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“It’s a girl”

 

Life of a strong black girl is a signature, it’s a movement. We are trying to create a community where every black youth can speak up and learn.

life of a strong black girl is telling a story that has lost its voice in Nigeria so many years ago, “agbohoaru, is common Igbo name given to girls, it means not to be married to a poor man, having that tattooed at the back of a child at birth is capitalism at it’s best”
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“The emotional, sexual, and psychological stereotyping of women when the doctor says, “It’s a girl.’” everything happening around the world today revolves around that phrase
“It’s a girl”

It changes the perspective of the people about the child, demanding a special form of responsibility, she’ll be taught at a certain early age how to sit properly in public and close her legs because her body is a source of sexual Attraction to a certain people. She’ll be taught how to speak, walk, talk, and behave to be a suitable suitor for a man, we teach them these at a very early stage as though they already did something wrong for being women.

We are creating a world where it won’t be a crime for a girl to adore her skin, and pursue after her dreams without worrying about the responsibilities that are accompanied by being a woman.

We train our girls and raise boys.

Over half of the world’s population are female, yet they unjustly receive an unfair balance in life from conception. Not one society is spared from its second-class treatment of the female population. No matter how long and hard the fight has been, while some countries are clearly better than others, girls are still treated less favorably in all aspects over boys.
Education, healthcare, employment, and lower class value, are some of the obstacles facing girls in the world today.

We dress our daughters up and send them to expensive parties as baits, to sign business deals so rich men would make their pick.

Gender inequality is not something that is just an issue in non-industrialized countries, but it is an issue that no country or culture has been able to escape. In the United States, girls receive far less attention in the classrooms than their male counterparts.

The report, Gender Inequalities in Education,
highlights the struggles of girls in the classroom and on computerized education and software. There is no dispute that women face more challenges when juggling home, family, and work than men and far more women leave their careers for the family than do men.

There is an obvious gender imbalance in political leadership and in most career fields, girls are even marginalized when it comes to powerful and successful female role models.
Children look first to their own parents for examples and inspiration, therefore when a child see their mother living a life of inequality, the cycle often continues as girls feel there is no
alternative for themselves.

We need to look properly into the status at hand, our women are not getting fair treatment from their counterparts. Women should be treasured and giving worth in this land. They should have access to ownership of lands, access to better education and a place in the government too.

So many men still see women as a contingency plan, someone that’s out there to help out when called upon or needed, we are deleting these bad and toxic upbringing that has gone on for years, we are educating these girls and boys on how to see each other as the same pieces of the same puzzle, if arranged so would project a clear picture.

We are creating a community where we can live and learn to love and respect each other equally, without being marginalized. There are 102 men and seven women in the Nigerian Senate. But the ratio of women to men in the Senate should not influence the seriousness with which issues on women should be taken.

Women make up about 50 percent of the Nigerian population. Therefore, it makes no sense to exclude half of our population from contributing to national prosperity and well-being for archaic and oppressive reasons.

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Life of a Lagos Single Sister (Endless Search)

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Life of a Lagos Single Sister

Endless Search…

Fast forward tertiary education and boom! Life happened! Like an unprepared Contestant at a beauty Pageant, you find yourself single and confused.

Everyone appears to be making it, while you barely exist. Everyone applauds your youth but that seems to be your only major achievement- young graduate.

‘You are young and bright. You have the energy, time and resources at your disposal. Give life your best…’- This and many more, they tell you but you are tired of such sermons.

You reach out to people, those you think can help but rather than highlight pointers for you, they make life a whole lot difficult-

‘Ah, my dear, this life is not easy o. You have to fight to win. Just keep doing the ‘right things’, I trust you. You’ll Make it.’

😢😢😢

You are not too excited because that was not why you reached out in the first place.

Well, it is what it is. You try to be rational and explain away the responses you got. You tell yourself-

‘Uncle tszhhytbhytne probably has a lot on his mind. He is probably too busy. I shouldn’t blame him.’

You are back to your initial search and struggle for your life’s essence. You invest in your mental development and work yourself out.

You want to be self made – or so you think. You work, work and work some more.

It’s 10:00pm and you are still on your way home. It has become a daily routine. You are tired but you know you mustn’t give up. You reminisce on your days activities and you are not satisfied with all you had achieved.

You sigh, it’s another night. You promise yourself to push yourself harder the next day.

You close your eyes. You soak in your environment and breathe- You never cease to Breathe…

‘This too shall pass,
This too shall pass,
This too shall pass…’

This has become your life- Yes, you- the Lagos Single Sister…

Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi

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FIREBURST WINNER

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FIREBURST WINNER

FIREBURST WINNER

 

All stories do come to an end.

And so has FIREBURST.

The 3 weeks long duel which kicked started with 16 writers have pulled the curtain with one champion emerging tops.

A hearty congrats to Mercy Adeniyi for an admirable performance.

We also congratulate all other participants
Coxson Ibinabo Benedicta, Sonia Ayisa, Amara Chidinma Ezediniru, Vicky Bon Uzuazor, Adebisi Temidayo, Innocent Chikweremundu, Mazi Chikelu Chino, Raphael Francis, Chinedu Nzere, Azubogu Ogochukwu, Ahanonu Christian, Adekunle Adeniyi, Ayomipo Ademilusi, Choolwe Writes.

You are all winners.

Gratitude to the impartial judges: Robert Cook(U.S.A), Gloria Ogo(NIGERIA), Ikechukwu Ndibe(NIGERIA)

Organicarticle is a platform that aims to promote education and the reading culture in Africa and Globally. it is an African story blog that accepts writers to display their writing skills too

 

DIARY OF A PASTOR’S WIFE (EPISODE 1)

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For a battle which began with 16 players, today these two pen wielders will draw the curtain with the most rugged of all in the streets.

Let the best lady or man WIN with your votes

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A 400-word story …based off the picture below and titled: Through her eyesTHE FINAL DUEL www.organicarticle.com
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*Vote the one you think best interprets the picture.

Vote only ONE story

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STORY 1.

Through Her Eyes…

Ignorance…

‘You are despicable, devilish and I curse the day I met you!. I’ve known no peace ever since you came into my life! It’s trouble today and unrest tomorrow! I pray you rot in hell because that’s where the likes of you deserve to live for the rest of your miserable life!.’

He stormed out of the room, angry.

If only he knew why his wife acted the way she did. But how would he? How could anyone see Jasmine for who she was? Everyone was eager to judge but no one was willing to wear the shoes of another.

It is he who wears the shoes that know where it hurts the most. They didn’t care to know and the more she tried to show them, the more they caused her to drown. She had to leave. She picked a few things in the house and walked away from everything she hangs on to for strength. She had to let go…

Jade couldn’t believe his eyes when he got back home. Jasmine left the house with no message or notice of her whereabouts. This lady had messed up his life already, why did she want to hurt him again this night by leaving without a word as to where? Well, she’ll come back to her senses and come back home.

Three days and nothing was heard from Jasmine, she didn’t come back. Jade began to lose it. The police got involved and the search for Jasmine began.

Jade regretted his actions. He had constantly abused his wife emotionally. He thought to exert himself and showing her he was the boss was making a statement as the head of the home. For five years, he berated his wife – the supposed love of his life. Over time, he became the god in the home, while she was nothing but an object- a piece of property. But now, things were changing and he was willing to trade anything just to have her back.

On the fourth day of the search, he was arranging Jasmine’s room when he stumbled on a collection of books – Jasmine’s diary. His discovery was going to change his perspective and he was going to regret treating his wife the way he did.

He saw what life was for his wife for the very first time through her diary.

He collapsed.

The discovery killed him…

 

STORY 2.

Through Her Eyes…

1. In your face, I see an epiphany, though the wrinkles are deep. In your eyes that were once a dome of exuberant flashes, are flickers; they fly and flounder. Because they have seen the colour of broken dreams; because they know the bite of salted tears.

You are Mama, whenever I become afraid, I raise a lamp to your face and through your aged eyes, I see love.

2. ‘Nwanyi Crayfish!’

It made me cringe. To know that you would return every day with the smell of crayfish filling the little spaces of our impoverished room. It filled me with dread to hear my teacher say, ‘Nnanna, your mother is coming.’

And I carried this shame to the university. The day you came knocking at Lemon lodge, probably with ukwa and Mangala (my favourite). I took the other door and left you in the rain. Because I was afraid that my mates would know, that the boy who wore elegant suits and spoke impeccable English was the ordinary son of an ordinary crayfish seller.

3. ‘Everyday one wrapper, tufiakwa’

I never knew how deep those words cut you but I said them. I remember. I remember that you stood still for a minute and then ran into the house. I thought you went for a cane or something until I heard your cry, loud and spasmodic—the ululation of bitterness; it must have felt like losing a child.

4. ‘If papa was here’

I wish you had called me a fool the night I opened my shit eating mouth to say that. I was foolish not to see that you were the gentle river that ran deep.

I spent my eighteenth birthday inside the cell of CPS Onitsha.

I was in a cramped room, with other boys who smoked marijuana and some others who rolled dice for money. They came and bundled us into their Black Maria. I thought I would die.

But Mama came. They said that you made a bed with your wrapper and cried like a mad woman. They said that you rolled in the dirt and would go nowhere. They said that you were screaming, ‘I am a widow! He is the only thing I have left.’

So they let me go. That night you nursed my bruises with a piece of cloth and hot water. And I slept in your arms like a day old.

5. Mama

In your face, I see a web of silver yarns. Your skin is hanging loose and your back is bent. What is left of your gaunt frame is a bunch of bones stuck in an ebbing flesh.

But you are no longer the woman I despised. When I look through your eyes, the only thing I see is the spirit of a kindred, warm and luminous; full of the love that will remain long after you are gone.

 

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