Ms. Content Creator 🦋 Trying to find my own universe
🦋Creative non fiction
All work and no play literally.
***Play mate needed***
Must be focused on your grind and me
Be sensitive but not too clingy
Be able to read my mind and finish my sentences
Must enjoy buying junk in bulk to decorate the cupboards
Must nod profusely in agreement when I say things like "the face and mind are two different entities 🙄"
Must be willing to read poetry to me with a wide variety of voice impressions at odd hours .
Must allow me vex freely without rushing for my mumu button
Must be into spontaneous travel in home slippers and trying out new foods type things
Must allow me sleep off in the middle of late night phone conversations without making me feel guilty in the morning ( for pit sakes man it was Night!)
Must agree there are no clear lines between non-fiction and fantasy
Must let me score 20 goals in FIFA 19
This is for serious applicants please
I'm not here to play. 😐
I'd be in #upendi if you find me.
P.s. This post is #enchanted , if you write down your wish below it will come true in 3days. 😉 #justsaying
20623 hours ago
...and I learned this lesson on a hot traffic ridden day in Ikeja. . .
A man crippled from his waist down had rolled on one of those skate aids, right next to the car with quivering hands stretched up towards my window. . .
I looked at him, tired with huge beads of sweat dotting his face. I did not have a dime to my name. . .
What's funny about this is, I assumed that what he wanted was money! . .
Those were the words that greeted me on my way out of a sorry excuse for a job interview as content creator. •
Dear Artisan listen closely, •
You may never find a check box with your exact profession clearly identified and that’s okay. You have simply got to know who you are. "It is your part you’re playing. They need you as much as they need a doctor. You are an inevitable piece of the markets puzzle, a worthy link in life’s chain" •
These words are true to me beyond affirmation. People need you and me to survive every breath where words fail and context eludes them •
Where they battle with days of black and white with no colour, our mind is designed to give their world luster •
We will put the fresh greens and juicy red plums in their monochrome, the checkered pocket Square in their suit and tie. We are the Shine in societies light •
So why? Why was he flipping through my works like a wad of newspapers on a rusty stand? •
Read only by passers by, with hands folded at their backs, ‘look but don’t buy, read and enjoy but don’t touch’? That didn’t even hurt. It was the way he talked.. •
The way he said, "Oya creative writer, put your talent to good use". Ahhh! from where now? How did we get here ni? •
• (Read full 3 minute story on my Medium: Link in Bio) •