THE DYNAMIC HAJIA

  'Dear me, I will bestow you with happiness if you could win this', this was my vow to myself about six months ago after clicking on the 'publish button'. I have written over a hundred essays, but none I won. Well, not until five months ago when I received the most anticipated call of my life. I won the essay contest! I have always thought that winning an essay competition would trigger my adrenal gland to oversecrete its hormone. But surprisingly, I stayed cool even after receiving the message. I wasn't sad but I wasn't elated either.  Ever felt this way? Kindly share your story in the comment section.

  She cannot rule her world Her voice is too tiny to be heard Her body is too feeble to withstand the hurdles of life Her strength is channeled towards only one thing... procreation Lifeless is her time, it cannot exist Like a stick, her will can be bent She cannot even stick to a cognomen, her maiden name And like the lame, she settles wherever she's pushed Even the fame she claims is the product of her shame...her harlot#y In case she plays the game, tell her the win is for the gents Tell her men take the lead She has to be led All these are but words of the thoughtless So, let me tell you a story👇🏽   The story of Jane Austen, the one whom pen bleeds great words Maya Angelou, the Phenomenal woman Queen Amina of Zaria, the legendary queen Queen Moremi, the Messiah of the Yoruba Marie Curie, beauty with brain Let me tell you the story of Chimamanda, the writer of the nation Naomi Osaka, Asisat Oshoala, the queens of the pitch Serena Williams, the slam goddess Ngozi Iweala, O...