Sweet Escape With Voke

As a writer what is the hardest thing to experience besides Writing, Editing, proofreading?. The hardest part for me right now is the fear of failing. My fears are elevated mostly when I enter into a writing contest and I lose and it is also tough when your emails get no reply. Oh! If only the refresh button had teeth. My thumbs would be no more. I experience moments where I begin to question myself as a result of doubt  "is writing really for me?" so frustrating most times that I once resolved to not enter into any writing contests. I console myself by letting out a sigh and saying "Those judges are way too myopic to see how awesome my writing is". Of course, I sure have to keep saying it until I fully believe it myself. However, when I start writing, I am in control! I get to do whatever I like. I call the shots. My house, my rules my way. And very soon everyone will get to see how amazing I am. My days of belittling myself are underway to the past. It will not

Anderson and I locked hands while we wade in the pool of water that took over dry land as a result of a downpour which lasted an hour. We seized the opportunity to leave the school premises immediately the downpour was reduced to a drizzle. We only managed to walk a few blocks away from the school premises when dark clouds began to form in the sky.  “ Let’s take cover. It’s about to pour again” I said to Anderson.  Thunderstorms let out a clear warning of the impending storm.  “ Your mom will complain. you know that ” “It’s raining!” I said, taking charge and led him to a wooden shed just by the corner . “ Calm down Anderson my mom would not come out in  the rain to find us together” “You know your mom doesn’t like me.” “My mom hates every boy that gets too close to me Anderson! I am her only child it’s normal” Anderson walked over and held my hand firmly and looked straight into my eyes. I quickly looked away smiling. “Are you cold babe?” Anderson sounded

Yemi sat in the corner at Mrs Oritse's restaurant eating her lunch half-heartedly while thoughts of work that awaited her return back at the office rented her mind. It was his laughter that drew her attention as he shook hands with a friend  cheerfully.  Mr Perfect took a sit at a table next to Yemi's. She wanted to cry out "Why so perfect?".   He moved easily, dropping freckles of how perfect he was. When he smiled, Yemi became blindYemi  allowed to see just him but, he did not see her. Not even a glance in her direction he just mindlessly scratched the stubble on his chin while he went through his phone. His nose fitted his face perfectly, his well-sculpted face on his clear light skin looked relaxed like he did not have a care in the world.  Yemi wondered if he was alone and toyed with the idea of joining him at his table and she nervously drummed her hands on the table and wiped sweat lightly from her forehead. "I should go over cooly and join him

Woke up this morning to my mom singing Dj Khaled's "Wild thoughts" in the bathroom. Not only was it hilarious, it somehow became my motivation to write my first blog post. For a long time, I pushed the idea of having my own blog because of a whole lot of irrelevant excuses. Today, I choose to emulate my "wild thoughts" bathroom singing mother for the rest of 2019. Today I choose to be an enthusiast! My mother is a far cry away from being a good singer but, she sings anyway not minding what anyone might say. A lady willing to learn new things like the latest dance moves. She also never fails to speak the truth. She is one who is never afraid to ask questions and understands that for a problem there is definitely a solution. My mom has the spirit of a hustler which makes her "the forever enthusiast. With this, I say welcome to my blog! And do stick around.