For the days when your waistline feels more like a coastline, do not blame the wind and waves, there's simply more of you to kiss the shore. ©Assumpta Ozua 2017 For quite some time [lately] I have felt a little uncomfortable in my own skin. Not because I have a problem with how I look… Continue reading Growing Pains
I wondered what to post today. I intend to blog everyday until my birthday - 13 posts in 13 days and so far so good. Today is day 7. I thought I would break things up a little and do something completely different by sharing a recent performance of mine. Thanks to my friend JustJumi… Continue reading #Archive
...coffee is a metaphor for my words. Last week I visited Britain's ocean city for a few days and had the most amazing time. The sun shone, which can be a rarity in England, so it felt like I was in another country! Being away, particularly by the tranquil water, was the break I… Continue reading Because Sometimes
Openings Each time we collide, when my purpose meets your drive, your face cracks like a windshield on impact to reveal that imperfect smile. There is so much beauty to be found in the brokenness of your expressions; gaps kept big enough for a small dreamer to always fall into. ©Assumpta Ozua 2015 When I… Continue reading Chasing Perfect
Reshaping Obliterated Faces: Ten Female Nigerian Poets
A few days ago, an article a friend posted on their Facebook wall popped up in my mini-feed. Based on the link title alone 'Reshaping Obliterated Faces: Ten Female Nigerian Poets', I clicked 'like' (don't judge me, we've all done it) and then decided to read it.
#Afterhours with Inua Ellams
Last night I went to #Afterhours An Evening with Inua Ellams. It was dope. Now I don’t use the aforementioned colloquialism lightly, it genuinely was a wonderful and motivating closing event for the project he has been working on for the past year. #Afterhours was a free affair held at The Poetry Library in The… Continue reading #Afterhours with Inua Ellams
As A Man Speaks
Things I Wish You Knew There is something in you, lighter than loyalty but darker than desertion indefinable enough to confine truth in my mouth it’s been 7 years and I finally feel the itch psychologists refer to but I am struggling to tell you.