INTERVIEWS AND FEATURES

LABYRINTHS OF A NAIJA RUNS GIRL- A POEM

Anxiously I waited for it all to be over
The dread that comes with night fall
The pain of losing a part of myself
Being forced to smile like everything is alright

The agony that comes with darkness
Night a time I must portray the other side of me
To smile woefully as I lure them for their money

Here I stand with dread
Pretending nothing matters except to display my wares
You’ve got it in you! A natural at the job I was called

Yet I kept murdering a part of me
Killing the pain is my priority
I must look good for the customers

When did I become the serial killer that feels nothing?
For a just cause I must mask my pain

So here again I lie
Thinking of those glorious days with mama and Ije
Before it all came calling and everything changed

OYE OLUFE GLORY

Kanzah

I am not cute or built to suit a fashion model size, but when i start to tell them, they think am telling lies, i say, it is in the reach of my arms, the span of my hips. I am a woman phenomenally, phenomenal woman,that's me - Maya Angelou.

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    Adewale

    One of the distinctive features of great writers, creatives, even leaders is empathy; and i’m particularly drawn to how well you’ve expressed the unseen, unsaid pain of a “runs girl”. It’s interesting to know some pains more money can’t cleanse. Good one Olufe, maybe you’d form a runs girls rehab center

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    Olatoye

    How brave is she, to carry such pains and burdens in heart while doing “the other thing”, simultaneously without wearing contrasting emotions on her face. LOL… This is a good piece. I could read the hate she felt for the job she does, the fear for her life, hopelessly trap there in. She needs help

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