Here’s to all the girls like me,who have no idea how they’ll survive it but every single time they do survive it.The girls who breathe through the fear,and walk through fire!
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His wife’s cool hands on his shoulders halted Sanders from further destruction as he took another swing at the sculpture with his club.
He couldn’t count the number of times the sculpture taunted him, taking on fiendish proportions in a nightmare until he smashed it to pieces and then made a new one from scratch, once again resembling his tomboyish, young sister with her sweet looking face.
No matter what everyone said, no matter that his mother never openly expressed her blame, he held himself responsible.
What if he always wondered?
What if he had accompanied her to the cinema that fateful night many years ago as their mother had suggested?
Would she be alive now? Would that have deterred the monster who kidnapped her, that by the time her body was found, she was desecrated in ways beyond words?
Sanders was perpetually haunted by these thoughts and it was worse that the monster was still out there.
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Bertha could hardly stop herself from preening in pride as the Mayor cut the tape for the new boating dock and the marble, torch statue that would be seen for miles and miles. It would blaze at night, welcoming all seafarers back to the safe harbour of their small fishing town of Little-Uptown.
Who would have thought that out of all the submitted landmark sculpture entries, that her O’Deon would be chosen? She was the cynosure of all eyes.
In a small town such as this, female artistry was hardly encouraged much less acknowledged but the new Mayor seemed more progressive.
Even when she was teased by mates for taking up sculpting classes that were male dominated, she hadn’t relented in her pursuit but learnt to ignore the snide comments like ‘Luv shouldn’t you be in the weaving class, you are in over your head,’ and the male guffaws that followed such wise-cracks.
Now the prize money is more than enough to buy her a ticket and tutelage in Athens, which had always been part of her dream.
Do you love to dance, sing, write, sculpt, paint, or debate? What’s your favorite way to express yourself, creatively
Oh! I love to dance! Dancing can make a bad day seem good. You can’t dance and be angry. The two things don’t go together. Sometimes, I visualize myself as a background dancer to some nice music, but I guess that’s where the dream ends, except a team of us come together to form a band in our later years. You never know these things 😉
Oh! I love to sing and shake to the music while at it. All done in a loud voice too. I doubt if I will be winning talent shows or occupying the Top 10 hits anytime soon, but seeing the fond smiles on my families face as I goof off is definitely worth a Grammy. I can lead a very rousing Praise and Worship you know! That must count for something.
Oh! I dabble in drawing and painting too. I am no Vincent van Gogh but I do paint pretty flowers now and again and I doodle nonsense too 😄. I however, think my youngest brother ‘Ifesinachi Adrian’ is a fantastic artist! A few of his artwork are displayed below.
Another doodle! A flower I suppose 🙂
I was quite the mouth piece for my school in my Secondary/High school days. I represented the school in so many debates and was always a lead speaker. I haven’t done such exercise in recent times, just debating with my husband and children which is quite exerting, I must tell you.
Oh! I have a sister who sculpts as well. I enjoy watching her work, mess
My doodle. What do I call her?
around with her stuff and I get to be her art critic too. I must assure you that it’s not an easy job to be a critic.
Now, when we talk about writing, that is an entirely different kettle of fish. Writing is MY ABSOLUTELY favorite way of expressing myself. I write to think. I write to speak. I just write to live. If you took away writing from me, I really don’t want to imagine what I would do. Maybe scribble in the sand!
I don’t have to be an expert to enjoy doing those things that I love. Those things that make me laugh heartily. Those thing’s that tickles my soul in a positive way.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 