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The widest smile I didn’t dream

Hello everyone,

It has been such a painfully long time since my last post and I apologise. Sadly, the thing about good literature (hopefully something I contribute to!) is that it’s impossible to force it. So I spend my days walking around, trying to bump into something that inspires me. It will come, I know this πŸ™‚

In the mean time, I received an email that brought me the purest dose of happiness I remember. I had applied for a creative writing workshop that was to be held in Lagos for 10 days, and taught by the queen of African literature, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. Any African writer could apply. Weeks had gone by, and I hadn’t received a response, so I took it on the chin, and accepted the defeat as a learning process.

But, lazily checking my phone today, I never expected this email from the queen herself:

“Dear Ehae,

Thank you for applying to the FARAFINA TRUST creative writing workshop.
Your entry was one of the final shortlist of fifty from about eight
hundred and fifty entries received.
All fifty showed immense promise.
Sadly, we had to select only twenty four because we don’t have the
resources to accommodate every writer on the shortlist.

I want to let you know how much I enjoyed reading your entry- and to
send my regards for your continued writing.

Best regards,

Chimamanda Adichie”

You win some, you lose some. And even when it seems like you lost, you may have actually won πŸ™‚

I will be back soon.



Bella Naija and “Measuring the Walls”

Hi everyone!

I’m back again to let you know that a story I wrote, “Measuring the Walls” just got published on Bella Naija, Nigeria’s most popular entertainment and lifestyle website! I am so excited, and grateful, and excited πŸ™‚

I know that the frequency of my posts look a lot like I haven’t actually left πŸ™‚

Please read the story, about a girl called Dumebi and her sheltered life, here:Β

Please let me know what you think πŸ™‚ And share if you deem it appropriate!

Have a beautiful day, and week, and month!

Love, love, love,

On breaks and being blocked out

Hello everyone,

Thank you so much for being here. It has meant the world to have people who want to see and read my truths. It has been incredibly rewarding to be able to escape reality every week, and put a bit of myself on this blog.

But I must now face my reality- one that involves big bad law exams. Unfortunately, I have to take a step back from inktippeddreams until July- when the beast which stalks before me presently would finally be dead. I have to do this because the quality of what I write or draw is very important to me, and I’m sure, to anyone who follows this blog.

Thank you for your constant support, and I know that I will be back from July with a wealth of material, stolen from the realities which I try so hard to escape. I hope you will be back then too πŸ™‚ Now, I will fade away for a while…

In leaving, I wanted to share my favourite poem I have ever written- I wrote it about three years ago, and its about being “Blocked Out” from the world around us. It’s in the post below. I guess that’s the message which I want to linger because it’s so vital- to experience life and be there for the people who matter most.

Thank you for the love, and I hope we all fight to take away the distractions that block us from the beauties of life πŸ™‚

See you in July, and good luck with your own realities.

Love,love, love,

2012 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,400 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Denzia on the train

"Denzia felt the insecurity that normal people were prone to. She was surrounded by people who were dressed in the right running gear, with the right running shoes and clothes. "

“Denzia felt the insecurity that normal people were prone to. She was surrounded by people who were dressed in the right running gear, with the right running shoes and clothes. “

Ayiba and The Beast

This is a different type of post, where I actually sneak up from behind the lines and say HELLO πŸ™‚

I wrote a story called “The Beast”, which has just been published in the first issue of the beautiful ode to Africans and their work, Ayiba Magazine. I am very proud to be included in such a strong package. See the magazine Β here:Β

My story, “The Beast”, is about the plight of a (black, need I say :))Nigerian girl in London amidst the London riots. Please read it here:Β

Let me know what you think! Thank you for your support πŸ™‚