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Red Black Nonsense - Doma Yi

I have been bit by the writer’s bug; if such a thing did not exist, I guess this new disease has decided to make me its first victim. This is my fourth essay in one week and I wonder how I have found the time to pen anything. Life is certainly not business as usual. Life is not even business as anything. Right now it is simply just life with its everyday rants and displays of thirst and disgust. I am not depressed! No, I am not even frustrated. I have tried to describe my emotions and the closest word that comes to mind is exasperation, or even better still, peevishness. If I were a woman, it would have been “that time of the month” but since I am not, I would have to dig deep to figure out what this has to do with my anatomy…or biology…if anything.

So, why the confusing emotion, you might ask. Well, I can blame it on fatigue or maybe for a better word, exhaustion. When exhausted, the human mind seeks solace somewhere else.

A(lone)ly Day

I can't say they never told me to leave it alone

That literature was for aged men and love for the mature

To pursue the simpler things

Dance maybe

Or song

But I wanted art in my life

So I poured my heart into stanzas

And I fell in love with a poem.

Meet Charlotte Seck

"I am 24 and I live in Paris. When I was a child, I loved reading books especially George Sand's books and other writers from the 19th century and I always secretly dreamt of  being a writer. In 2008, I went to New York for a survey on globalization. My trip was inspiring and I started writing my first book."- Charlotte Seck

I had the honor of interviewing Charlotte Seck, a writer and fashion blogger from Senegal. We spoke about her love for fashion and her book "Sa Vie entre luxe et humanitaire". She's also working on a second book.