Asonye Chiburuoma's Blog

 Brown, like the earth, like wine, like his eyes. It was a colour that was magnificent in its own way. Dull, uninteresting to look at at first but once you take a closer look, the moment you break the thousand years old barrier, you’ll be lost forever. Love they say is mighty and strong, it’s a feeling, much like all the others but I’ve heard people say so many times that it’s much greater and the most powerful form of emotion. It could collapse mountains, cause storms and earthquake but still, I’ve never felt it. I don’t know what it means to love or to be loved. Mama would always tell me that she loves me and I’ll say it to her back but I didn’t really understand what it was. Since I was a little girl, I used the fictional world to escape reality. I’ll read so much, at night, in the day time, whenever I got the chance, till my eyes hurt. It’s something that has become part of me now, devouring the pages of the book like it was my favourite food and getting lost, sinking in, deepe...

In a world where boys and girls are meant to live as their truest selves, is it really possible? The roots that haven't been uprooted are still eating and destroying the flowers that are yet to sprout and bloom. The Nigeria I see? I'm asked And yes, I see something big and yet so small. I see a country with great possibilities and a contrasting end. Our children are hungry. Their hearts are squeezed and sealed with black bile. Their dreams are shattered like broken glass. Even when they try to dream again, the glass cut through their hands. Showers of blood that blinds the eyes. They are unable to see again, To dream and To hope. The rivers bleed each day, They cry for their country. A country with less opportunities for women, A country where Men are left to suffer because a man is not supposed to show  emotions. He's meant to pay the bills, He's meant to work whilst the woman remain at home and demand of the money. "Be a man" they say and i would feel sorry ...

I love to write and i got to know of this platform from a friend. I guess it'd be a new space to truly be myself.  I'm still learning in the craft of writing. I would call my self an amateur. It's not in itself a bad word as people would like to think. It's gotten from a Latin world 'amare' which means to love. I'm a lover of writing and i do it because i love doing it. Thank you for stopping by and keep being the best you are.