Maybe writers don’t write at night just to enjoy the silence and how it lets thoughts flow unhindered and allows imaginations to run wild without fear of being hunted down and tamed by society.
Maybe writers crawl the night to know why the stars never forget to shine in a cloud of overwhelming darkness and to listen to them tell the story of how every one of them grew his claws.
Maybe writers write at night just to escape nightmares, just to wear the dresses they are ashamed to wear in broad daylight, just to crawl out of their inky tunnel and dance to the forbidden songs in their heart as they examine their scars in the mirror of silence before the arrival of dawn- when the eyes of the sun puts all of our actions under Hawthorne effect.
Most nights, I fall asleep between my writing pad and laptop. I think a lot, sometimes, till I can feel my head literally heating up. These few years of writing has only taught me that talents are seeds and like any other seed we don’t just bury them in the soil and fold our arms.
Sometimes the rains would not come and you have to find alternative water sources. Then you will realize that if you plant hard work, you have to water it with diligence. I have learnt small droplets of water, if allowed to go dripping for long can erode self-doubt and dig a gully. Indeed, consistency is everything.
The poem, "Sugar on wet Sand" by Omodero David, is experimental and daring. The poet is set to take the #poetrycommunity by storm and our fingers are crossed.
Read the #poem here:
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"Along Came Love" by Zubair Hassan Baba, is what we might refer to as brilliant historical fiction. You may smile or sigh but surely, you will fall deeply in love with Zubair's storytelling style at the end of it all.
Read story here: https://eboquills.com/2021/05/01/along-came-love-a-short-story-by-zubair-hassan-baba/
"...I am the voice of reason,
That dance not to the deceitful tone
Of political eloquence and propaganda
I am the voice above religious hypocrisy and sycophancy
Truth is my warrant and change is my cause..."
Who Hears Me? By Etim Bassey Onyam
Read here: https://eboquills.com/2021/04/24/one-poem-by-etim-bassey-onyam/