Ainehi Edoro in Brittle Paper:
More here“But now the shivering has stopped. Gathered itself and lifted. For a moment it hung over me like a hat; now it sits on top of the wardrobe at the end of the room, grinning. Like a naughty girl in a short skirt. I feel it moving to the window but what is there to see?”
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I met Jowhor Ile on one of my many writing adventures. Writing online many years ago, the Nigerian blogosphere had just exploded and it was in the small world of “blogville” that I stumbled upon a blogger “Jaja”, whose words were so beautiful and oh! so carefully chosen that I wondered how he managed to still keep the intensity in his sentences. Surely, finding such words to express your soul must need hours of thinking, writing, editing, hours of….”something” whatever it is, must be needed. Or did he just have to be Jowhor to make it all happen? Over the years, I have realised that it is perhaps a little bit of everything…
