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All of me
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The Bookshelf 2019
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NaNoWriMo 2019
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What I read in November
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Cracks
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When we…fire!
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Books of February
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19 for ’19
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December in review: It’s the most wonderful time of the year

All of me

Esohe Williams. The name had a nice ring to it, she mused, gazing down at the glittering, 3-carat rock adorning her slender finger. Energetic music – typically Nigerian, expectedly loud, deliberately dance-inducing – reverberating from every corner of the large hall began to recede as her reflections drew her inward. That teddy bear lover of hers had brought it along, unknown to her, on their trip. “I was going to ask you until you said yes, my love.” He stated when she finally let him slip the jewel, he’d been keeping all year following her countless rejections, onto her finger. How ironic. At the time of her acceptance, he hadn’t asked! She might not have recalled every detail concerning the twins’ birth but one moment stuck. The moment she regained consciousness, hours after the babies were out, when she was back on the hospital bed and beginning the slow recovery from the emergency Caesarian section surgery. Her eyes fluttered opened and the first person they fell on was Eddie, parked in the chair closest to the bed; one of his hands gently clasping hers as he whispered with his sister, Ade beside him, who noticed Esohe’s opened lids and nudged her brother. Before either of them could utter a word, she spoke, faintly at first. “Yes, Eddie.” He straightened and drew even closer, his tired eyes narrowing with concern. He hadn’t caught her words. “What was that, darling?” He asked softly. Her voice gained strength and volume by the second. “Yes, Eddie.” She repeated. “Yes. Yes, sweetheart – “ His expression cleared as clarity set in which was abruptly interrupted by Ade, who was still out of the loop. “Should I get the doc – ?” She began to ask but her brother’s hand gesture silenced her mid-sentence. He stooped low as Esohe continued. “Yes to being Mrs. Williams. Yes to you, my lo-.” He didn’t let her finish as his face dissolved into a smile, and closed the gap between them in a kiss which length and passion saw Ade giving them all the privacy. Three weeks had passed”more

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The Bookshelf 2019

Man proposes. Life disposes. In my case, woman disposes…, you get my drift, don’t you? The other day on Facebook, I saw a video with the man in it counting: “1, 2,3 – “, his fingers ticking off one book after the other in a pile balanced on a chair. “- 22, 23, 24 – “. Tick. Tick. Tick. “ -50, 51, 52. One for every week of the yea -. “ I clicked it close, a frown gathering on my forehead. I knew where he was headed with all those books and refused to acknowledge the nagging thought that I had, once again, fallen short of my target number of books per month and, consequently, annually. So, I shelved my tallying exercise until I could no longer procrastinate on it. Until well…today. Here’s my count for the year about to end. • Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson Ashamed to confess that I’ve never read this classic. Finally did when it was one of the recommended reads for my son. Replete with photos too. • Steal like an artist – Austin Kleon A trade book to set me in the mood for my writing year. • Creativity: The Perfect Crime – Phillippe Petit As insane and delightful as his acts of tight-rope walking • Wake-up: It’s time for your sleeping pill – Robert • New Ways to Kill Your Mother – Colin Toibin I was stacking up on the trade books like I was running out of time. • After the Darkness – Sydney Sheldon First novel of the year from one of my favourite fiction authors • Prisoner of Birth – Jeffrey Archer Swiftly followed by another by yet another favourite of mine. Second time around reading this but couldn’t let it pass me by. • Digital branding – Daniel Rowles Back to the trade world. We live in a digital everything age now, don’t we? Let me improve on my digital footprints somewhat • The Subtle Art of not giving a F**k! – Mark Manson • Born on a Tuesday – El Nathan • Sycamore Row –”more

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NaNoWriMo 2019

First thought: my worst ever. And to think I began prepping for this year’s writeathon from the second week of October. I completed a new story, sent it off and took a break from my Sunday routine to rest, recuperate and be in the zone for NaNoWriMo. By the end of October, I could be found outlining scenes for the plot I planned to focus on come November. Every day of this month would be spent either fleshing out previously outlined scenes or mapping outlines for subsequent scenes. Outline. Flesh out. Repeat. Every day in November. Until I finished the story which I began three years ago on my first NaNoWriMo run. In hindsight: it’s not all abysmal. Admittedly, the story in focus barely got my attention. I must have scribbled about 1,500 words or less about it. But 7,000+ words went to a totally different story, diary style, which had been swirling in my mind since september. Even jotted down a rough outline of it. Another 2,000 words each made up two different short stories which came out of nowhere (the inner recesses of my mind, perhaps). About 1,500 words each for three different episodes, of a series I wrote last year and planned to continue in the new year, also featured this month. In total, I wrote something in the neighbourhood of 17, 000 words, most of which weren’t about the targetted story for NaNoWriMo. Barely reaching the halfway mark of the required 50, 000 words. But feeling great with myself regardless. It’s the most I’ve ever written in a space of a month, and, notably, during, NaNoWriMo. An indication of my writing growth in the last 72 months. When I began NaNoWriMo three years ago, I struggled to fill out three pages, let alone write 1,660 words daily. I wasn’t even writing daily at the time. Another struggle I hoped to conquer as I attempted the writeathon for the first time. Looking back now, I am a far cry from the writer I used to be. My laurels include nailing the daily writing routine to a T;”more

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When we…fire!

A rush of emotions engulfed him simultaneously. The delight at her presence. Her choice of welcome. The unexpectedness of it yet extremely pleasing and totally welcoming. Her jasmine scent assaulting his senses. Their combination instinctively sent his arms sliding down her back to rest on her waist, moulding her supple curves to the hard contours of his.

Her soft lips parted under his urgent ones as he kissed her right back, taking charge of her spontaneity. She closed her eyes and sighed, savouring the taste of him as a delicious shiver ran down her spine.

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19 for ’19

1. Be thankful. For everything, and in everything. Always. For another year, another opportunity. 2. Wake up determined. Go to bed satisfied. – George Horace Lorimer 3. Be prayerful. For direction. For steering in your affairs – personal and professional. 4. Choose faith over fear. Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. – George Addair 5. Be mindful. Of that which you allow into your space – thoughts, people, sounds, visuals. etc. Derailment can come from unexpected quarters. 6. How others see you is not important. How you see yourself means everything. – Unknown 7. Be self – centred…sometimes. Make yourself a priority once in a while. It’s not selfish. It’s necessary. – Karen A. Baquiran 8. Take risks. If you win, you’ll be happy. If you lose, you’ll be wiser. – Jason Statham 9. Be cheerful. Laugh often, long and loud. 10. When given the choice between being right and being kind, choose kind. – Dr. Wayne Dyer 11. Be rich. In knowledge. In adventure. In laughter. In family. In health. In love. – Unknown 12. On your mark, get set…read! For entertainment. For enlightenment. For 15, 30 or 45minutes daily. No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance. – Confucius 13. Be laser-focused. On your passions. On the work of your hands. On that which brings smiles of satisfaction even when disguised as work. 14. Avoid being poor, a situation where you have too much month at the end of your money. – Unknown 15. …Talk without cellphones. Love without conditions…. Smile without selfies. – Unknown 16. Don’t quit. Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall – Confucius 17. Play the moments. Pause the memories. Stop the pain. Rewind the happiness. – Unknown 18. Don’t make excuses. 19. Be deliberate. Don’t just wish for a prosperous 2019. Make it so. Write down your plans and see them through (or use this as a compass). The new year can’t change you; your mindset can.”more

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December in review: It’s the most wonderful time of the year

Any elaborate plans, culinary/entertainment or otherwise, I had for the season which occurs at the end of the year, every year, went out the window. We moved houses. That singular event disrupted my well – oiled wheels of existence. Was it the fits of asthma I had due to the dust it generated? Or living out of suitcases, eating from food packs? The seemingly endless trips between the new and old locations? The checklist that I checked and rechecked time and again? Or the overall disconcertment that moving houses can bring? I struggled with the entire process because it was my first ever being in the thick of things of a home relocation. Twice before, all I did was pack and seal my stuff in cartons and suitcases which were delivered safely to the new place with no other involvement on my part. Not this time. Welcome to the real world, girl! And with two boisterous children in tow – excited and awed by the activities and move. And not as helpful as they thought either. As expected, nothing was more important than settling in. Not even the Christmas season. There’s next year’s. Right now, we needed to detangle the disorganization around us; stop eating take-out food and hang up our clothes. Even as I write this, we’re still in the process. Happy New Year?

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