All posts tagged: Creative Writing

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part II

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part One” HERE. Psalm 63 verse 1 to 5 A psalm of David, regarding a time when David was in the wilderness of Judah. O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. Your unfailing love is better than life itself; how I praise you! I will praise you as long as I live, lifting up my hands to you in prayer. You satisfy me more than the richest feast. I will praise you with songs of joy. …

Story: Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – Part I

Sometimes, I Tie Gélé is a story about identity, insecurities and the need to belong. We follow Sophie “Soso” Badmus on her personal quest to make sense of these things. All scriptures mentioned in this post were taken from the New Living Translation unless indicated otherwise. Read “Sometimes, I Tie Gélé – The Prelude” HERE. Ecclesiastes 3 verse 1-8 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear …

Story: The Wedding Guest Explained

So when I said I was going to explain the imagery in this story I didn’t actually realise how long it’ll take me to do and I also realised that everyone I spoke to about the story each had their different interpretations of the imagery used.  INSPIRED  BY PROVERBS CHAPTER 7 AND LIKE MY OTHER STORIES, THE CHARACTERS HAVE NOT BEEN GIVEN ANY NAMES. “For she has been the ruin of many; many men have been her victims. Her house is the road to the grave. Her bedroom is the den of death.” | Proverbs 7:26-27 NLT Her “She had planned for this day…” ~ Proverbs 7:12 “She is often in the streets and markets, soliciting at every corner.” “The dress would not be missed by male and female guests alike. She nicknamed the green dress her “jealousy-jealousy” dress – she would make the girls jealous and cause the guys to get jealous of one another. The knee-length dress was made for her petite frame; it was tight fitted and cut with a deep plunge line…” ~ Proverbs 7:10 “The woman approached him, …

Story: Kenyan Edition ~ Nakumatt Ukay, Westlands

Train Car stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters people and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Special thanks to Rahma, Ruqayya and Aysa for the Swahili translations and names. 🙂 Date: 26th February 2016 There was no point of discussing how hot it was on this day. Nairobi, Kenya only knew the difference between hot and hot and the tightness of the outdoor car park at Nakumatt Ukay, Westlands only made it feel hotter. It appeared that the heat didn’t bother them, they sat in a white pick up truck (the one pictured above) – the type you see in the movies where the scenes are set in Africa – the type of truck that a car enthusiast would be able give the correct name of; anyway, they sat in it with the windows down seemingly unbothered by the heat. From the short distance a girly giggle and the mature laughter of a young woman could be heard, a true …

Story: The Bakerloo Line ~ Oxford Circus to Charing Cross Part 2

Part 2 is here finally… catch up with part 1 here (or simply refresh your memories) Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  At 32 he stood tall and confident with his ginger hair slicked back, size nine antique brown brogues on his feet and his expensive fitted lapis-blue suit. Other than his achievements and his job, his appearance was everything to him. He held on tightly to his expensive Knomo black leather laptop bag in his left hand because he was incredibly nervous – rare. If his bag had a pulse it would have died. He had never been nervous about anything ever. The last time he checked it was 6:04pm now it was 6:05pm apparently time had no regard for him and refused to acknowledge his inner plea for her to come soon. For the first time in his professional life he had lost focus at work – it appeared that today …

Story: The Bakerloo Line ~ Oxford Circus to Charing Cross Part 1

Train stories ~ Short fictional stories inspired by real train commuters and I’ve intentionally not given the characters names. If I see you, I just may turn you into a story.  Date: 27th January 2016 She had always been the tallest girl in school, now look at her, a tall woman. Not just any kind of [tall] woman, nope, she was carefree and lived life outside “the boarders”. She was so carefree that eating the few peanuts that journeyed their way to her brown linen scarf in public, was not an issue for her. One peanut, two peanuts, four, she munched on them with a slight side-eye daring her fellow Bakerloo line commuters to question her or maybe she was looking out for anyone who had seen her. She realised it was the latter when her cheeks blushed slightly, she was embarrassed – rare. Between embarrassment and having a daring attitude she couldn’t help to think if she was on edge because she was going to see him today. It had been a year and half since …