Category: stories
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Keep how to free somebody else!
When you are free? When you have seen the deepest valleys and somehow you walked through to the light. When your cup starts to overflow in the sight of your enemies. When they return too like as if you were Joseph and Joseph was you. When you have know how not to be afraid when…
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Keep knowing your worth!
There I was, with women like me, reminding me that kindness is to be protected. The depths of your worth too. People are people and there will be doorways that belong to you and them. Some doors will lead you down a path of pain, confuse your worth with pain and leave you feeling confused…
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Keep imagining them oooh….
Imagine being among creatures of vanity. Imagine wondering what do they even know. Imagine their blindness to a single blazing star, even though they belong to a pleading sky. Now imagine how they must the feel, the exhilaration of a cup that overflows, of moments they see reaching high to the bare cliff edge. For…
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Keep moments where cup overflows!
Not quite 12 noon, when the notion of revisiting old pains strikes me deep. We rise from the office view of Forest Park, and go to another suite we call our own, where offices of our own are lined up in their neat and clean way. How time files. We chose one door, the one…
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Keep reflecting!
Oppression hoped that I would not have a community. Hoped that I would not have a legion. Hoped that I would be all alone. Yet a community and a legion meant that I didn’t do this alone. I joined a reflexive writing group this evening. My first. I have been writing reflexively here for the…
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Keep how to be a star!
There are no rules you can’t break when your passion and commitment meets opportunities steeped in economics. Words will seep out of your lips and you will hear yourself say it’s about knowing your worth, finding and keeping a circle of safety so your dreams keep dreaming all on their own in an unflinching affectionate…
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Keep women who write!
When you write, when you write about all of you, you will see the day you were born, vivid and clear. I have been writing now, consistently for almost 4 years, for myself first and the world second. I write in this way to be free, my way. You can take every thing from me.…
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Keep scarves…
I was born with a scarf on my head. My shoulders too. Like my mother and her mother too. We were born wearing scarves, handwoven with threads, or hand-dyed with care, silent and golden. A generation of pride crowned the top of our heads with every scarf. I have worn scarves older than the day…
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Keep Nnem’s scarves…
My Nnem wears scarves that tell stories of their own. Their forms are clear. Every single scarf she has ever worn has a form and structure with colors that arise all on their own. They are what scarves need to be, so they stand erect, when tied on a woman’s head or draped on her…
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Keep the beauty of falling snow.
Outside our window, everywhere was covered in snow. The cold air and falling snow, spoke eloquently to us, promising nothing, only a reminder of how we have no business waiting time. Not today. Not when snow is falling and the skies are still as they seem. The skies are still as they seem. Our time…
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Keep what you see even if a frog!
What you see outside, typically reflects who you are inside. These days I marvel at all I see along this journey called life. For what does anyone know about who you are, without the depths of your sight. How can they feel what you feel, like when you are along the edges of a cliff,…
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Keep being confident in your worth black women in academia like red maple trees in winter!
We live, my family and I, in a village surrounded by trees. Almost all of them are naked and bare in winter. When the days are cold and the wind pushes only cold air, these trees stand confidently, only shedding dead leaves and branches unable to survive the air, they breathe. There is a red…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 