Elsie Nwoji
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My pen is powerful. I write respectfully and unapologetically. Dare I say, I speak my mind without using my lips.
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My Shadow is Prettier Than Me
Hi, I'm Munel and this is how I see things. When I was ten years old, my friend pointed out the regality of her shadow. The figure, the height, the gait. I stared at my own shadow. I liked my shadow's figure. I liked my shadow's height. I liked the way my shadow walked. I gave my shadow a face. It was brownskin with caramel almond-shaped eyes, a button nose, and full lips. It didn't have a double chin. It didn't have overly full cheeks that seemingly distorted the shape of her face.
By Elsie Nwojiabout a year ago in Journal
Twenty Ten Twenty. Content Warning.
Youth were killed. Some say nine, some say twelve but … youth were killed. One fateful morning, the Nigerian youth decided that police brutality had reached its limit and required an opposite but not-so equal reaction. Innocent souls were framed for despicable crimes and SARS made it its sole purpose to destroy those souls. Their inhumane ‘discipline’ took the youth three steps back and one step forward. Restive, or should I say restless youth picked up their devices and tapped their most frequently opened app: Twitter... or X. Every single post had an EndSARS or Stoprapingus hashtag. They duplicated these posts on Instagram and WhatsApp and the daring ones even went to Facebook. One would take a routine status or story check by 2am and see that almost everyone has posted #EndSARS with no context.
By Elsie Nwojiabout a year ago in Humans
I Survived
The earth split open, and from its chasms, I emerged. My mother, through the excruciating pain and relentless struggle of labor, brought me into this world. Her strength and sacrifice gave me life, yet in that same moment of creation, the earth’s fury took her away. The ground, which had once been the bearer of her suffering, now claimed her life. But amidst the chaos and devastation, it spared me. My life remains a testament to the enduring bond between mother and child, even in the face of overwhelming tragedy.
By Elsie Nwojiabout a year ago in Families
