An Exhausted Philophobe With A Life That Revolves Around Photography and Could Have Been's...

reflection

Blasphemy!

Disclaimer; Turn away now you agreed if you think Kambili deserved to be whipped... Mother taught me that God answerth all, that there's only one God but mother doesn't agree with my being a catholic, for some reason the word of God differs there. Growing...

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Yellow Dresses

Yellow Dresses Bright like the an Evening Sunset,Beautiful like Blooming Sunflowers, Innocent like Baby Allies. We waltz in ballrooms dressed in little Yellow Dresses, and watch from above like phantom drones as plaited fabrics swirl elegantly like Lillie's...

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Dear Whoever...

Dear Whoever , My Story is one characterized by heartbreaks, broken trusts, empty promises and abruptly sunken friendships much like Cameron’s Titanic. Where I can start isn’t a problem but when it would end is probably at the tip of a blade, dislodged...

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Waterfront...

I stood at the waterfront with a beating heart, clothed in dripping blood and held by careless, carefree fingers that threatened to do as they pleased. I shut the rib that had caged and held back my ability to wander the vast arid lands of possibilities...

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Homeless...

They say home isn't four walls, a shiny chandelier, Italian stained windows and a Russian nuclear proof door. Home isn't the Global Positioned Spot where the 'Leprechauns' buried that pot of gold for if it was; the queue might out 'Trump' that that graced...

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Emotions.

Emotions; they come pouring like water off the edge of the Everest; cold and still, like the fires of furnaces of Babylon; heated till the heaters die, dead off of servitude, like the rolling clouds of a Pacific storm, like the stars of the cosmos, like...

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Forever.

Forever was not wanting the new tech conversation she was having with her father to end, cause though she wasn't going to get any, it allowed her the chance to bond all she wanted with the man who raised her. Forever was not wanting the hot, unelectrified...

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Depression!

Potato,Po-tah-to,Tomato,To-ma-toe, You said go, I said noYou said go, I stayed so I struggled and fumbledTo stay strongTo keep hopeI burned; burned bright like the Midgard star, burned fast like a meteoric shower, burned hot like the flames of Tatarus....

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March 19th... (18+)

It is a little past 1 am on the 19th of March and as I gulp down the liquid fire that is this bottle of Campari, I think how my life has changed, quickly I pick my phone and send a text to Aly, “I just did it” and while we are talking via text, I can...

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If Walls Could Talk...

What if the wind had a voice, the hills a thunderous vocal, the sky let off its secrets like raindrops, doors never shut and ajar was the point of all treason… what if walls could talk? Secrets are meant to spill, for rules were made to be broken, if...

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Pursuit of Happiness.

A long life race, like the click of the shutter, every shot a perfection in itself except what previously was is also perfect… Perfection then becomes overrated. A longing for something better, cause what was best was best only for yesterday, today holds...

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Life @ 22...

Think good thoughts, drown yourself in an ocean of happy dreams, block out the bad overwhelming cloud that wishes to engulf your day of happiness… be grateful for life,somewhere, somehow, someone currently has it worse than you do. These are part of the...

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Shooting Victoria...

I am polychromatic. I experience things in full color definition, I see the world and all the little color pecks that switch variations when you throw open and close the window covers in a house. I am ‘photographically’ monochromatic. I love to portray...

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Shooting Otosi...

Asking Otosi to stand on the edge of an unprotected stairwell emphasized the reason health ministry’s advice on protected sex should be adhered to; one mistake and you’d be sulking all your life. More importantly, it was facing my fears. You see, I am...

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Shooting Ofem...

Back in Calabar and it’s a juxta-composition of emotions. A return to the feeling of uncertainty and insecurity and if there’s someone who connects and completely understands this; it’s Ubi Ofem. Ofem is a poet, an artiste in his own right. In a town...

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