Everything Chiamaka Writes

You must have met him! on that fateful day, when you were too depressed to wear make-up and too tired to put on a smile. and despite the fact that you were aware how ordinary you must look, he walks up to you from nowhere, looks into your eyes, and says 'you are such a beautiful girl'. In an innocent way that doesn't let you suspect he is hitting on you. you smile, say thank God and keep walking. then later in the evening, when you were happier, and made-up, you strolled down to buy drinks with your girlfriend's and who do you met but him and his boyfriends. he smiles when he sees you, asks you to come over, and says to his friends 'this is the girl i told you guys about' and you wonder, what could he have told them about you, he doesn't even know your name. and his friends are like 'oh, the pretty girl from this morning, you weren't exaggerating'. you take a better look at him. he is definitely handsome,he is tall, he is reserved, even shy... an...

If you always have trouble falling asleep, you must have long realized that stressing about it only makes it worse. Rather than toss, turn and stare at the clock in panic while the minutes rush by, here are a few tips by sleep specialists that will help you fall asleep as soon as you hit the sack. Tips for Falling Asleep The following are ingenious ways to fall asleep faster 1.        Have a Relaxing Bedtime Routine. Before bedtime, make sure you engage in activities that would calm your mind. For instance, take a long walk or spend some time on the treadmill. After that, take a warm bath or a soothing shower, meditate, read a book on a topic that’s relaxing. Studies have shown that some books can lower your stress levels and help you fall asleep quicker. While picking out a title for your bedtime routine, avoid thrillers or suspense-filled novels, capable of keeping you up all night in a quest to know what happens next. Instead, go for soothing titles such...

They call me a pessimist! But you know I am not. I am just a girl who loves surprises. When I wake up in the morning, I like to think it’s going to be a very bad day, so that when it turns out good, I would be surprised! When I travel, I think I would be crushed by a trailer along the pot-holed express roads, just so that when I arrive my destination, I would be surprised I am still alive. Not a pessimist, I am just a girl so bored she likes to give herself a lot of surprises. They call me a feminist! Mother God, you know I am not. I love you, and you already said a man should be in control, and though I hate you for that, I still obey that order. It is just that sometimes I just wonder why you made a girl so fragile. Sometimes you make me want to learn tai chi or Tai kwon do or karate because sometimes I so want to beat up some guys. Like that guy who knew I didn’t know the way home so promised to take me home, and on the way home he stopped and started to ask me ‘what if you don’t ge...

As kids all we ever did was dream. We wanted to grow up and become pilots, Doctors, models, e.t.c. My kid sister can’t just wait to grow up and become the world’s first female photographer (To her the world has no female photographer cuz she’s never seen one). Why do we dream so much as kids, is it joblessness, lack of worries, or is it us, still being young enough to remember the last things God whispered in our ears before sending us down here…lol. Anyway, as we grow older, these dreams begin to fade, because we begin to learn big words like impossible, already exists, not accepted by society, too busy for that kind of stuff. I always wonder, just how much of our dreams are we supposed to adapt to society, all of them, none of them, most of them. What would the world look like, if we all ignored some of those big words, and just followed those dreams. When we grow old, how are we going to feel about the dreams we had not followed ‘I did what I had to do, I got busy, I had children, I...

I love Chimamanda Adiche’s works. Yet she says she hates Chimamanda. She claims Chimamanda does not tell you everything, that she leaves a lot to be imagined. I love it that a lot is left to be imagined. I love the world because in the absence of no hope, there is still an option of building your hopes on imaginations. In as much as I like to plan my life, I like to always leave the little probability that something unexpected could happen . I like to imagine. Maybe that is why I write. I like to imagine that I would be out of the university in two years, yet they have been on strike for almost two months now. I like to imagine I can drive a car, yet he says I am too unserious to learn to really drive. I like to imagine I just love water but she says I am possessed. I like to imagine that I am just a modest girl yet he says I must be a lesbian I like to imagine I can write but sometimes, opening ms word just makes my head knock. I like to imagine that both Bike men and policemen have ...

I am reading 'The man Died' by Wole Soyinka. I cannot believe i have had that book for over a year and couldn't get beyond the first chapter because of the writers complex language. Anyway, due to ASUU strike, and a terrifying lack of what to read, i finally attacked my copy of the man died. And it turned out to be one of the most interesting books i have read in a very long time. Not only is it the closest i have ever come to knowing the Nigerian-side of the civil war, the author is very objective and funny. And the words, i love the war of words, the plenty beating about the bush, which you get during interrogations. It reminds me of Isidore Okpewho's Last Duty (an equally excellent book) only the man died is non-fiction. About the author's experience in prison According to the author, 'The man dies in all who submit to the daily fear of humiliation'. makes me think of the times when i am afraid to do some things i am supposed to do. previously i saw Miche...

I just finished reading THINGS FALL APART again. I first read it when I must have been 8 or there about. One thing that always struck me in that novel, was the story of Ikemefuna I have mourned the poor inexistent boy all my life What makes me cry for him Is the fact that it was Okonkwo who killed him Every year I read that story, I would think it would change I wanted it to stop at the point where an elder struck Ikemefuna I did not want him to scream. ‘father they have killed me’ I did not want Okonkwo to strike him down, because of some stupid fear of being thought weak. And the most annoying fact of all, is that all my life I have loved Okonkwo and Ikemefuna Despite all he did, I still find myself having sympathy for Okonkwo Though when I watched the film on NTA, I hated Pete Edochie. But Chinua Achebe just makes me so helplessly love Okonkwo. I think Achebe did very well with things fall apart I like to imagine that the book was inspired by W.B.YEATS Or was it just the caption Tur...

mak-d-star ( f ) Posts: 19 Offline The Scent Of Lov He handed her a pin, a crooked pin, with the round white head of super-glue pins. Pin your shirt’ he said kindly. His voice was soft and deep, and down in his eyes was care, as if he was ready to do anything to make her smile. She refused to look at him, to be seduced by his sweetness. She looked at every other thing in the room but him. Whenever her eyes met his, she looked away, at the medium sized cloth wardrobe, whose doors were a mirror. On the mirror, she saw herself. Her white shirt which had been all neat and ironed when she arrived was now a rumpled mess, her hair lay across her face, stuck with sweat, and her eyes were blood shot red. She found it humiliating. Her image on the mirror. Yet she could not look elsewhere. Please pin your shirt’ he said gently again, coming closer to her, starting to pull her shirt firmly together. His hand against her body was hot and scary. She pushed his hands awa...