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Mara's Classics; 1 Year and Counting 🌟💙

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"Pass through the school, and let the school pass through you." These were the words that started me off on a long, really long journey in my writing career. You see, I've been writing before, since I picked up a notebook as a little girl and scrawled, "Adanna the stubborn girl." Time flew by and I was already writing factious history on African colonization. Then... I got admission to study in the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. At first, I thought, this is the end of my writing career, but I was inspired by my Muse Giver to "write, write, write!" Here I am, one year later, writing. It's been a beautiful journey. It began on Feb 16, with...! TWELVE DAYS TO VALENTINE Read It was Valentine. My sis wanted us to celebrate so she dragged me (literally) to a Valentine Music Special. It was what I needed to breathe life to my Muse. Twelve Days to Valentine was inspired by the university culture which I was still new to. I loved the environment and kep

Diary of a Jacksonite 💙🖤 SPENZY ♠️♠️♠️

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SPENZY King_spenzy (Instagram) I kicked a random stone as I headed to Achebe Court. Only semester 2 in "The den" and I was frustrated. Had social media been lying? What about the thrill and adventure of being a freshman? Was it really a facade or am I just unlucky cos my country's being run by a Jagaban? I sighed and stopped, thinking of the huge amount my parents had given the bank for my tuition. Dang! I could have started a business with that sum. I'd have been living large already. I... "Promise, wait up!" I looked as someone brushed past me. Wait. Tall, dark, handsome, black rimmed classes with white highlights. Was that...? "Hey! Excuse me for a second," I called out as I  rushed towards him. He stopped and looked at me curiously. I smiled. Beyond a doubt, I was before the winner of the Okwuluora scholarship. "You're Spenzy, right?" He smiled. "Mehn! I'm a huge fan, bro. I'd do anything to be you," I blurted wi

FIRST NIGHT OF FOREVER ❤‍🔥❤‍🔥❤‍🔥

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Special thanks to Dami Joshua and an anonymous friend for sponsoring this dream. I appreciate.   _Morning; February 16_ "3, 2, 1...," she counted gently with her eyes closed. Then she let out a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, Christy. Don't you like it?" a pretty podgy woman with rosy cheeks and a matronly look about her asked. She was dressed in a royal purple suit; an attire befitting the mother of the bride. Christina studied her stone studded wedding dress with a lacey bodice and feathery skirt. The shoulder straps were creamy and held her delicately. The area around her waist was as tight as her lungs. Still, they made her very comely. "If you want, we can change it right away..." "Oh, mumkin. It's beautiful! It's just... I can't breathe," Christina said with a chuckle. "I understand, dear," her mother said and stroke the skirt of the wedding dress. " I felt the same way on my day. I was

Photogenik

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A mina stood, like a statue, staring at the yellow wall of PhotoGenik studio. She had just been turned out of that building. Amina turned her gaze to the sky. It was as gloomy as her face. The cheerful sun had been hidden behind a humongous cloud. Amina wondered how long the cloud would take to clear off the sun's path. Minutes, hours, never? Ding-ding! Amina looked at her phone. Her message read, "Freelance for photogra..." Amina grunted in frustration. She was in the action of swiping away the message when another one came in. It was from her mother, "Come home. We'll try again." "She knows," Amina muttered. It was because of her mother she was in front of the studio anyway. Her father had absconed to Europe with his mistress. Her mother had been diagnosed with a scary disease... Amina hated to recall its name. 'Twas up to her to find bread for what was left of the family. She had decided to go with her passion, photography. As crazy as it se

BATTLE OF AUTHORS 🗡️✒️ Contestant #5; Maestro

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Igweonu Ifenna Honor real_maestro (Instagram)  •Vain •A small part of me wanted to weigh in •But his love was already in my vein •A chain of rain stained hurricane couldn't even make me exclaim •Narcissus •It only made more sense •As the pastor continued his ceremonial cleanse •The greek native reminded me of the greek god •It couldn't be a coincidence, he had to be a fraud •Midsummer's cool breeze couldn't stop us •Bounds no knew elation my thus •But Disney's 'meant to be' label once again proves a curse •A false facade his reflection weighed in pounds •I had a conviction the minute my left hand met his cheeks •How lucky I was to be at the top of his pick •But a different conviction of mine was at its peak •Leaving me in sheer and utter trick •Her voice echoed in my ears •To my boisterous list I added another fear •He brushed her claims aside without care •And reassured me with his lips to my ear •I am my own master •I told the lying bastard •As the curtain

BATTLE OF AUTHORS 🗡️✒️ Contestant #4; Evergreen

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A NIGHT OF FOREVER Anaelechi Miracle Smart Smart Anaelechi (Facebook) The Whatsapp status of all my classmates was covered with my engagement pictures, and all social media they belonged to wasn't exempted. I felt like I was in heaven as I admired my pictures consecutively. Even the viral pictures of Moses Bliss' engagement weren't compared to mine. I swam the ocean of ecstasy, hallucinating about different famous locations where my wedding would be held regardless of John's financial instability.   That night was as though there was a standstill on earth. It was a night but sleep never ran past my eyes, even after countless struggles for a nap, yet, my eyes were agape. Since there was nothing to do. I invaded the profile of some wedding fashionistas to glance at so many gowns to wear on my big day.  "God, soon, I will become a wife." I beamed a smile on each reminisce as I gave a screen kiss to John's picture.  It had been a year since I knew John who wor

BATTLE OF AUTHORS 🗡️✒️ Contestant #2; Ebube

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 First night of forever Ireke Ebubechi Ebube Ireke (Facebook) Can it ever get darker? Or maybe I should pray it gets better? What am I to say? That it didn't just happen? How did I not see it coming? How didn't I know? It was my wedding day The sky, clear as crystal The sun beamed upon me  As though saying congratulations Or maybe mocking me Alas, superstition isn't always right Or perhaps it is  And so on that day, With glamour and grace Did I stand To make my oath  To the man of my dreams Who became my nightmares With cheers from guests Which may have been jests  Alas, everything becomes clear And it was all a facade His presence scares me As I could at any point be his next target As if for his boxing practice Or alas, his next hit for a mega jackpot In the ring of life called marriage How could I have known? Though the signs weren't clear He wasn't only a woman beater, But a boozer and Deeply chained smoker Truly all that glitters isn't gold The rule still a

BATTLE OF AUTHORS 🗡️✒️ Contestant #1; Nono

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 THE FIRST NIGHT OF FOREVER The long awaited day finally arrives... Christina, dressed in all her beauty, walks to the altar to be wed to John. It is a beautiful day; the first of forever. The wedding night is one of sacred beauty and  limitless joy! Just when the marriage is consumated, Christina learns a dreadful secret… Nwabuisi chinonso peace    Find her on  Instagram 11:00pm Christina has waited so long to be with John and she had finally gotten her wish. The wedding was as amazing as she imagined. It rivaled the dreams she had of him since she first met him. And the wedding night? It was beautiful. Just as she dreamt it would be. She turned to look at her husband, he was fast asleep looking like a new born baby.  She stroked his cheek as he slept. "You're mine now." She said looking like a predator stalking her prey. Christina wasn't as normal as John had thought. She actually had an obsessive behaviour. She sees something she likes, becomes fixated on it and do

BATTLE OF AUTHORS 🗡️✒️ Contestant #3; Winifred

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FIRST NIGHT OF FOREVER Tainted Matrimony Ada Nnamdi nnamdi.chiamaka (Instagram) "We're here," John said softly as he steps out of the sleek black BMW, S series latest model, parked in front of the mansion's front door. His left hand extended out as a gesture, to assist Christina out of the car, he smiles calmly at her. John is a no longer living a bachelor life, for he is now a newly wed, to woman named Christina. He is a tanned 30-year-old man, the only son of a rich family called the Robinsons, who also own a multimillionaire company. He is 5 feet 11 inches tall, wearing a white suit. He holds the door for his bride to step out, and Christina takes his hand. Christina, dressed in a bridal gown, long and beautiful, is a 25-year-old civil servant, 5 feet 8 inches tall, and brown in complexion. Christina comes down from the car hand in hand with John. The happiest of occasions for them would be today for several more years to come. John and Christina have been dating f