Writers Crib

That part of everyone... (Emotions) In my humble opinion, I think everyone has a soft part in them. A part they do not want the world to know about (just because they feel it signifies weakness) a soft part that they are over protective of, cos somehow, someway, they try to hide their weakness from the world and put up a strong face like a Biafran fighter. Well, I do not blame such people, I do not blame myself either. I am an emotional person too, I hate to admit it, but its true, I react to everything, on another note things get to me easily, what you say to me, how you act,  I am quick to interpret anything and everything and give it a meaning of my own. Sometimes I get the whole package wrong and suffer for it. On the same pace, I do not hide my excitement, it just shows, I swing myself a lot when I'm happy, and sometimes I let out a scream, now that is joy unspeakable. When I'm happy, you might just get a free hug. (Winks) If I am annoyed with you, boy o boy, my fa

I have a certificate in INTROVERCY I am an Introvert Yes I am an introvert, a full certified introvert, take that to the bank. To add to that, I have a very shy personality as an added (dis)advantage.  I rarely meet people, but when I do, they're always worth it. Give me a working internet, a full pack of Korean and Indian movies, and of course, 24/7 electricity and I don't mind staying indoors for months. For what its worth, I won't get bored. Again, take that to the bank. I was brought up this way, like the 'omo get inside ' kind of training. I grew up in a public compound, a house full of kids, but that didn't in anyway change my status. I associated well among my peers, I played a lot as a child, hay chineke! I playyyyyyyyyy, no be small play. I played catcha, I built house on the sand, I did mummy and daddy, police and thief, who's in the garden, suwe, ten-ten, I call on, I could skip for Africa, I was a good racer too and to add to it, I

So here we go, the continuation of where we stopped the last time: 2. On being 5.5" I get different reactions from people I haven't met when I tell them I am 5foot 5inches tall. To me, it is tall enough abeg! I cannot comman resemble iroko tree cos I'm trying so much to match your taste of tall girls, sorry o, but I think 5.5" is tall enough for a lady. Period! 3. The 'Wrikative' Chiamaka This is a new word I created myself, I hope it makes it to the dictionary soon. A wrikative is a person who expresses all talks, thoughts and actions in writing. This is the best way I can describe myself, I am a wrikative. I loved story books as a child. I read a lot of stories in my childhood, those stories made me, encouraged me and helped me develop my own storyline and ideas, I could swap an entire meal for a new story book. I developed this passion for stories way back in 2002. I was still in basic school then, I was a full time story lover. My classmates w

23 is a big number for me, like, 10years ago was just like yesterday. Well, I think I am happy to be alive, thankful to God for the start of another year.  My name is Chiamaka Osuji, and I want to tell my story bit by bit. I still wish I was perfect, like the 100% kinda woman. I have this dream of being everything, every good thing you can think of. But you know what they say about life not giving you the dose of all the things you need. Oh well, sometimes you just need to carry your cross by yourself. Do you know my exam was cancelled? Like we just went to school for parade and back. Well, that's besides the case. I have in mind to make 23 posts before my birthday, but eeeeehhhhhh, I never know o, its gonna be pretty hard for me, you know exams et al. But I'll try sha. Today, I'll talk about at least one thing out of the the 23 things about me I put up in my previous post, I think I'll split them into various posts that'll come up later on. So here we go; 1.

Its a Monday Exam morning, I have yawned like five times already. I am still staring at the books scattered all over my carpet. 'Dear Lord, do not let my efforts be in vain' I pray under my breath. I am tired, so I close my eyes again but open them again within seconds, I still have six hours more to rest my bones before day breaks. I think of calling mom, but then I am scared she will think something is wrong for me to have called her this late, my mom is like that. I change my mind and roll in bed. My head still aches, and I think my eyes are still swollen too. It is tears and sleepless night that has made it this way. I think I worry a lot, I think I have piled up so much worry my age can carry, don't blame me, this is the world I found myself. (Well, lemme gist you, I just finished eating a plate of emergency jollof rice, these days I get hungry so easily, this my hunger issue is beginning to frighten me. I am fat enough biko!) I should graduate next year, hopef