Jaachi Writes

FOR THOSE BOYS WHO BECAME THEIR OWN FRAGMENTS How do you see yourself in yourself? How do you watch over yourself? What importance do you place over yourself? What value do you drive from watching yourself? I think you are the god of yourself building up the bridges that would sustain you if tomorrow comes. We may not have mouth to talk about future and dreams and aspirations and love and affections, but the US we see is the US we become. I have seen boys scattered by life choices, I have seen boys played by life and it callous elegies. When the sons of my neighbours learnt to arrange broken letters to form a word was when this man started growing teeth to eat meat but now, those sons have written a whole sentence and he still struggle with life.  Do you blame him for that?  Do you blame him for not meeting up?  I think you should not split fire by pointing accusation fingers on him. He tried his best and fate suffered him.  Another neighbour of mine has a w...

Happy Sunday, dear readers. Today, I will be sharing Wholesomely Messy maiden story.  Our first feature is Igbru Endurance Okhiemute. She tells a touching story about her childhood days, teenage struggles and how, though less privileged, she isn't relenting in chasing her goals and living a life worth emulating. Let's read her story below. MY STORY Growing up was amazing but at some point things changed. I remember mama used to sell 'akara  balls just to support dad in running the home. This she was doing after few months of giving birth to my younger brother.  I remember when I had an accident with an okada  when she sent us on an errand as usual to get her the groundnut oil she would use in frying akara the next day. I couldn't walk for some time. Mum was there to see that I recover quickly to resume school again.  Dad was very concerned about our education when we were still young,he checked our books often to know how well we were performing. But when...

CALL FOR SUBMISSION: THIS IS NIGERIA ANTHOLOGY The fact is, writing, deserves much more accolade than it receives. But this is not the time to place blames. This is the moment when we need to echo our voices together into a thunderstorm and break the world into syllables where stronger, healthier and better words can be coined. And this is what we're doing. Right here! Right now! 'This is Nigeria' is our own way of telling the world we're not blind even when our voices seem subdued. Our portrait of showing the corrupt leaders, though we are down, we are not out. This is our chance of ringing it to their ears that we're are not part of the ruin profess, we clamour for a reverse engineering, where all things fall into place, so that one day, we would sit back into our couch & tell our children how we fought in making the world they live in a better place. Nigeria is our own world. The anthology welcomes Poetry, Prose, Photography, Essay and Artwork._ We welcome y...

Today marks the official release of  Micheal Ace's book  collection. From The Author: This is a collection of some nonfictional short stories that make up the memories that made me. A big thank you to Stefn, for the design, the publisher, Dwarts, and people who define the space I breed in: John Chizoba Vincent, Ben Sam, Ola W. Halim, Frank Elizabeth, Aderonke Sarumi, and my sister whose growth has always been a reason for us to continue, Opeoluwa Olatunbosun. This collection is dedicated to Bello Oriyomi. Today, 3rd May, being her birthday. A woman of strength and intellect. If there is anything I’d appreciate her for, the memories. Here's a highlight: This collection contains seven stories (totality of 16,000 words) My end of the year speech as a stammerer A slut at fifteen Miseries of First love The thing between my legs Chronicles of Lora  Blackout & 7 O'clock Micheal Ace's tells his  story and that of others in a collection of non-fictions.  How To Get A...

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TO THE LADY WHOSE HEART I NEVER HAD Dear Friend, I never expressed this to you, but I love you.I love seeing you day in and day out while we each go on with our college careers. It doesn't matter if it is early in the morning, going to or from class, at the hotel room, or just online, you simply make me smile.  I could be getting out of a rough day, a bad night of sleep, or just be generally upset, and seeing your face gives me something great to be happy about: that is seeing you. It is a silent love, a rarity for me because, in a way, you intimidate me. I'm not afraid to admit, some aspects of my life would be different if it weren't for the way you carry yourself. You're not my first love, this I will also admit. But each day I have thought of having the honor, and privilege of calling you mine. Whether it be to a fantasy, reality, a joke on cupid or even sheer daydream. You mean the world to me, and your happiness inspires me. When you believe in yourself that you c...

Growing up a girl is not easy. You're teased because you're not the prettiest nor the smartest nor the sexiest.  Boys pick on you because society tells them that's acceptable behavior. You can't walk down the sidewalk without being constantly paranoid of your surroundings and just who might be watching you.  You're seen as a prize to be won, which makes you question the intentions of everyone you meet.  Growing up a girl is hard, I want to tell you something that could change your life.  Black. Short. Fat. Loner. They say she's too chubby. They laugh at her dressing. Everyone says she's old fashioned. She's timid, sad, withdrawn and just existing. Chinny's one wish for Christmas is death on the birth of Jesus.  Yesterday was suppose to be a normal day, but in a crazy twist of fate what Chinny needed was staring her right in the face, literally. At 11:00 am she found myself sitting in a church, refreshing her spirit, listening to the preacher speak on...

They told us that Nigerians are the worst of Africa, so we told them our own stories. -  Hatfield, Pretoria, 30 th  of November 2017 Today it’s Libya, it was xenophobia and death for 26 Nigerian women who attempted to cross the ocean, now buried in Italy. There is only anger and hate for this black nation, we have given Africa the bad name it bears. That’s how the news reports it; the story told by the world and Africans have become little more than inanimate objects on news headlines. There is no voice to show that in Africa and indeed Nigeria still lies humanity, compassion, a desperate desire to thrive like any other. This is why thirty young Nigerians have dedicated their waking hours to crafting stories that would bring you closer to home. If this happens in ripples, if more Africans find one voice and a single heart, then the black man can be remade, capturing the heart of this fearful earth. The stories are simple, they share with you moments and glimpses into hearts no...

Conventional wisdom tells us that scars fade over  time. But they don’t always fade on their own.  Whether physical or emotional, diminishing scars is  a process that takes work. Heck! A whole lotta  patience too. May years ago I stumbled into a large bowl of  boiling oil which badly burnt my left arm and left  limbs. In the weeks and months that followed, the  pain subsided but the scars did not. The scars  grew hard, red, and puffy. Ugly reminders of the  burn. Every time I’d look at my left arm and  thigh, I was right back in the memory of all the  pain I’d experienced. Embarrassed at my skin’s  imperfection, I wanted to hide them. To cover them  up. But I realized that wouldn’t make them go  away. Fading them would take time and effort. I am  sure my parents started rubbing scar-reducing cream  into them several times a day. The nerves under  the scars are very sensitive, so rubbing them ca...

Lasting love has no boundaries or limitations. It seeks no reward for thriving in the imperfect nature of humanity, that which makes all of our personal connections so vastly unique. Real love triumphs over the most dangerous of evils; those that exist inside each and every one of us. The intricacies of who are intertwine with those we pull deeply into our lives. Our strengths and weaknesses lie naked and vulnerable to the people we love enough to show them to. Falling in love is letting go. It’s understanding that you’re worthy of being loved for the totality of who you are and capable of loving another in that same way. Mental illness is unique. It manifests itself in a multitude of ways. It plays no favorites, chooses no sides and runs from no one. It lives inside some of the people we all love. Throughout their lives, they’ve attacked it, tried to reason with it and searched tirelessly for freedom from the moments it has plagued. They’ve sought out love and found that some pieces o...

The Sun is a reader-supported ad-free magazine. They’ve been described in many ways: celebratory, fierce, unflinching, thoughtful, truthful, dark, darkly funny, tender.  Types Of Submissions: Writing:  Writing from The Sun has won the Pushcart Prize and been selected for the Best American Essays and Best American Short Storiesanthologies. They publish nonfiction, fiction, and poetry. The Sun tend to favor personal writing, but are also looking for provocative pieces on political and cultural issues. No racial bias. They encourage submissions from writers of color. The Sun rarely run anything longer than seven thousand words; there’s no minimum length. But they  discourage simultaneous submissions. Writing is a solitary act, but when what you’ve written goes out to our loyal subscribers, it can feel a little less so. Interview pitches:  The Sun publishes interviews with innovative and provocative thinkers. They like interviews that stretch them intellectually yet rema...