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Introducing Kender's first Art event tittled ''Sip & Sketch. It's a night of sipping and pencil sketching amongst other fun inspirational activities like 2020 vision board planning, spoken word poetry and meeting great minds.  WHY SIP & SKETCH? Sketching is a therapeutic way of relieving stress. It's been known to enhance brain development and improve focus and attention. Kender leveraged on this initiative to organize an event aimed at helping it's participants develop strategic thinking and improve creativity for a greater life plan while creating Art (with or without experience in pencil sketching) HIGHLIGHTS OF THE EVENT Live Pencil Sketching Spoken word poetry  2020 vision board planning Cocktails Great Music Dance! Dance! Dance! Come experience a Magical night of creating Art and releasing all the creative juices for a great 2020.  Date: 14th December, 2019 Venue: will be released soon Time:...

There was a disturbing amount of fear in her eyes, her lips quivered in deception and her nose twitched for every time she lied. I could sense distress in her tone, but her words mocked my observations. I saw beneath the lies her mouth spoke but I had no reason to doubt the gentle words she spewed, a barrage of loosely knitted words as they flew out of her. Life’s a gift, ‘’I began’’, wrapped and handed over to us. Many unwrap theirs with positive anticipation and an eager spirit hoping to get all they have dreamed of, while some do the opposite. Do we have what it takes to pick the ‘’Perfect’’ gift? I’ll give a negating answer as we are all given a perfect gift regardless of our individuality or personality, however we all have different unwrapping process. Her’s was no different experience from most millennials. Value was placed on the distractions and mundane values other than the wealth of experience and re-shapening gained from the process. Ladened wi...

The brown rusty leaves rolled over her legs as she sat helpless on the grass. The park was sparsely populated which made it very easy to stay unnoticed. Lifting her head, struggling to see through the heavy clog of tears welling up in her eyes. The day was getting dark, darkness has become her place of solace. She kept a steady gaze at the kids running freely, playing catch while she battled with the decision of either staying back or going home. Home? That house didn’t feel like home and it hasn’t felt like home in a long while. The mind drifted to when she was a child with little or nothing contending for space or attention in her head except for love and the ‘’can do spirit’’, which spurred her to fly without wings and run without shoes to distances that were unimaginable. She lived as free as the wind and that was the bliss of childhood which she fought to get rid of and step into adult shoes. Since stepping into those overly talked about shoes, its been filled with ...

   Chapter Two                 --She was a museum full of ART, but everyone shut their eyes at her               From the forced study time in a bid to pass exams under the influence of maama’s baritone voice to the long minutes spent in the bathroom having a swell time flipping through the pages of adult magazines and her best romance novels. The models on the cover enticed her with their slender perfect figures and the stories about women who conquered the world was a delight. Most importantly, she loved to watch the shirtless men who were used to advertise colognes and perfumes that no one really saw other than the chiseled abs of the models. Time, they say really does fly, and so did the years spent in secondary school. Welcomed into a larger world of diversity and conflicting opinions on life issue in the university was becoming a problem w...

                             Chapter One __Who were you before they broke your heart? Whole and believing. Everything seemed possible. Little or no responsibility rested on her young shoulders She hoped for a fairy tale and no one could tell her she deserved less. Everyone including the books she read painted beautiful pictures of love so amazing she always dreamed of walking in Cindarella’s glass shoes some day and wished for time for draw neigh for her story to align with that of Rapunzel’s She wore her smiles so bright that you could see her innocence. Incandescently happy with life, her values that were inculcated from childhood was arranged in an order that relationship was age appropriate.  As she blossomed, her priority scaled first on her religion and then education even as she looked forward to a life filled with be...

I rolled my eyes at him. I immediately saw his muscles tense, the hairs on his hands stood straight and I could only imagine the effect my eyes had on his cock. He bent over the table and in a husky whisper he said ‘’give me a chance please’’. I was more reluctant at answering him but the rise pitch in his voice was desperate and sincere connoting his unwavering interest in me. He slipped his hand under the table and his hands met mine, I felt the tension as his thumb gently grazed my palm. He drew me closer and kept and eye contact. ‘’I know its still too early to talk about relationships but what the fuck, I really care deeply about you. He swears just like I do. Another thing we have in common. At least if we ever end up together, I won’t be the bad guy that curses out a lot.   ‘’I’ve had so many women who always assume I’m shallow, he continued. ‘’All they think of is having a fling with me, nobody ever knew how desperately I wanted to be loved and love someone...

Self dating is so important to me. Lately as a single girl I've found self dating so fulfilling that I decided to share with you guys how I have fun on weekends or any other day by myself just getting to know me and what I really do like and Love. Just before I delve into self dating, I should let you guys know that self date isn't for singles alone. Any one (both boys and girls alike) has to have some alone time and get to know yourself more.So since I have been indulging in self dates and finding it utterly fulfilling, here are 7 self date ideas that has totally appealed to me and was totally fun. 1) COOK A MEAL YOU'VE NEVER COOKED BEFORE. The process of trying something new is thrilling. I randomly pick a dish from a cook book and try replicating it. Truth be said, some times I flop badly that I end up not eating the food and getting a take out, however the process is fun. It has helped me know what kind of food I love and can prepare and invariably whe...

                                                      PART 1 The place to see and be seen was the Royal Country Club. Those who had been opportune to visit knew it was a play ground for the rich. Their way of life was made known by the activities they indulged in, their simple yet expensive outfits, the kind of ladies they moved with, the cigars that was firmly held in between the middle finger and the fore finger while they played snookers and sipped on some fine expensive scotch. The furnishing of the bar area close to the snooker table was exquisite, from the chandeliers hanging on the ceiling to the brown Italian leather single couch. The lightening was so dim it reflected the traces of the cigarette fumes floating in the air. The snooker room was the busiest of all the rooms in the complex which made her really uneasy walking into...

We’ve been told a lot of things. We’ve actually believed and ran with it however, the mind got exposed to conflicting ideas and a thug of war broke out between the instilled beliefs and actual events taking place in our lives. Our hearts found it difficult to act accordingly with the laid down ‘’Standards’’, some revolted as they found disdain in the rules made to govern men. I was in between following what my heart yearned for and what my elders had hounded from childhood.  I grew up with so many misconceptions that battled for clarity in my head. I saw the issues around education/career, religion, marriage, friendship, sex and life itself as puzzles I had to fix promptly in order to get the best out of Life.  I soon became afraid to discuss with my parents on the difficulties surrounding the missing parts of the puzzle I couldn't fathom. I gave up at trying to figure out any of these life issues and resorted to believe hook line sinker all that was said to me...

Washed away constantly by seasonal distractions orchestrated solely to heal. Daily solace sought in the welcoming arms of brown liquor while pacing endlessly in an empty space A tear stained pillow when the effect of alcohol wanes and it becomes triple glaring on how aching the events had turned out Conversations with acquaintances become a necessary escape space. But for how long would this acid corrode the walls of her heart leaving her cold and empty. A warm soul that fiercely faced the journey that so many cowardly refused to embark on. What was her crime? Pain was her reward for being brave. And anguish was her long-suffering punishment. Pain…….the bitter silent liquid ravaging the interiors of the soul and leaving its footprint of damage. The emotion we dread, while almost never thinking twice to dish it out. Emilia, sweet and gentle. Loving and so introverted you would never see the storm she battled with daily. At a young age she was told that Lov...

Sprawled in disdain and needing him more than I ever thought I would. Anxious of my next move, feeling disoriented on how my heart felt both love and pain at the same damn time. Love because his soul reached out to mine in inexpressible ways that may seem mundane to some who hear of it and well, pain because he left me without saying a word. Leaving me wanting him every tick of the second hand of the clock. How can something that has been so insanely amazing turn into a night mare in split seconds. How can something I've longed for so long slip by, leaving me in heartbeats that conformed to my non-rhythmic thoughts. Lets take it back to that rainy cold evening. 6:47pm, the day was barely dark enough for one to go to bed and its been raining all day. Chances of going home to my lonely couch and binging on ''Games people play'' was very slim. I strutted to the bar close to the office feeling very cold. Not physically cold, but emotionally cold. Cold depicts...

Sometimes we take so many things for granted. Gratitude crawls out the window and we seat sipping on a big cup of entitlement and forgetting that those little things in life matters dearly. We look forward to more and even much more that the realities of the Now and not so big accomplishments made in the past fail to count. I woke up today feeling very emotional. Hard stare at the mirror and tears rolled down my eyes. I remembered the days when I woke up to Mum’s lovely voice or Dad’s sleepy voice calling me for morning devotion. I would grudgingly seat up and I wished for a little more sleep. I woke up today to neither Mum or Dad’s voice. I woke up after hitting the snooze button 12 times. I had more than a little more sleep but I missed those mornings when I was woke up to their voice. Oh! how I missed those evenings when we all sat at the balcony and talked endlessly until we all fell asleep leaving only my Mum to keep talking (She is a talker). I valued thos...