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Democracy Of Storytelling | Flow!
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Perception…Experience…Realities…. What It Is…. This is her story as much as her parents’. Her parents might have been the direct participants in the event but membership in that family ultimately makes it her story as well. In addition, she must have shared in the consequences of the unfortunate situation. So, should everybody subscribe to a particular frame of acceptable story narrative of ‘cut and paste only what pleases the public’? Baltimore, MD, USA. Extend The Experience.Share. You are commenting u...
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Things I’ve Learnt Since Coming To America- Winter Chronicle | Flow!
https://outofnaija.wordpress.com/2015/03/02/things-ive-learnt-since-coming-to-america-winter-episode
Perception…Experience…Realities…. What It Is…. Things I’ve Learnt Since Coming To America- Winter Chronicle. At first I was a little shaken by my inability to give a more concrete answer than work and school but that seemed to satisfy most people so I was spared further prodding. But I couldn’t shake off the thought of how my other dreams fit into this new environment. I’m still trying to figure that out. Oh well, I believe it will all align as I go along. Won’t that be some fun? It’s colder, of co...
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How To Know That Our World Is Mad | Flow!
https://outofnaija.wordpress.com/2015/02/23/how-to-know-that-our-world-is-mad
Perception…Experience…Realities…. What It Is…. How To Know That Our World Is Mad. Please tell me our world is not crazy. When a woman who has suffered sexual and/or physical abuse is afraid and/or ashamed to share her story and/or report the tragedy. And when a woman who is brave enough to speak out is doubted,blamed or silenced outrightly. A world where a girl is beaten ruthlessly and punished for being raped. Why was she there? Why was she with him? Why was she wearing that outfit? Our world as is not ...
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Thumping – The blog where I rambled
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The blog where I rambled. Sometimes, I scribble poetry. Othertimes, I write stories. May 16, 2015. It usually starts slow. Then my chest begins to thump. Louder and harder with every passing beat. Then, It stops. My life flashes before my eyes. My life is glowing brown eyes with a squint for a smile. I smile back,. Then it starts again. My chest begins to thump. Louder and harder with every passing beat. This time, I feel like I’m drowning. Water wells up inside my lungs and I’m ready to die. She is in it.