Ezinne Ekwueme
Member Since: 1 year ago
Beauty, they say, lies in the eyes of the beholder. For long, I beheld myself and abhorred all that I was. I hated the way my face looked in the mirror and how my teeth would poke out when I laughed. I cringed when I remembered that my legs were out of proportion. And the scar I got when I was 13, was a constant reminder that some things cannot be blotted out through wishful thinking. Today, I embrace all my weaknesses. Revel in them and I accept that they are my beauty. Pulchritude strides dee...
My mother told me a story told by her mother when she was just but a child She sang me a song sung to her mother's mother when she was just but a girl This story and this song required no heard words Just the blend of comestibles and love for the art of food Her dexterity with ingredients like a surgeon with her scalpel and a painter with his brush In the kitchenette my sisters and I squat, our love for this dish a raving rush Water meets pan and pan fire,that same story waiting to be told All...
In a bid to explore the social side of me and expand its poetic equivalent, I installed Nircle. I would begin with a simple introduction; tell you my name, age and hobby but that would lean towards being trite and generally superficial. So for an alternative, I'll tell you just how my love for poetry and words in general, began. As an infant, my mother would agree that I cried a lot more than a "normal" baby should; I would wail when I wanted sleep, food or even just the caress of my parents. ...
