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Longreads’ Best of WordPress, Vol. 2

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Here’s the second edition of Longreads’ Best of WordPress! We’ve combed through the internet to put together a reading list of some of the best storytelling being published on WordPress. (You can find Vol. 1 here.)

As a reminder: If you read or publish a story on WordPress that’s over 1,500 words, share it with us: just tag it #longreads on Twitter, or use the longreads tag on

Before You Know It Something’s Over (Riese Bernard, Autostraddle)

On grieving after the loss of a parent at a young age:

My father died on November 14th, 1995, when I was 14. Every day since the day he died I am one day farther away from him than I was before. This is the truest thing about me. It is the most important and worst thing to ever happen to me. It is me. My father died when I…

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There is always a time in life when change becomes inevitable: the time for Africa’s long waited change is NOW. Right before Africa are two pathways of change; destruction and growth.

The first (destruction) has so far, taken a bold step – starting before the later, thereby brutally confronting our survival as a people. We have not just given it a fertile ground to expand, but we are embracing and romancing it like a lover. corruption, mass theft of public funds, child marriage, child labor, poor/no investment in education, nepotism and ethnocentrism are lethal weapons that have degenerated our very existence to nothing, but the search for daily bread.

The second pathway of change – growth, which is seriously begging for survival is where we must channel our resources to. Imagine Africa having constant power: clean drinking water: good hospitals: amazing schools: sweet roads and all the wonderful things you have always seen in your dreams.

If we must grow, our girls should we sent to schools, not a man’s house as slaves, in the name of marriage. If we must grow, our leaders must stop stealing/eating public funds. Massive investment in education; not cars, mansions and other things of luxury will increase Africa’s growth exponentially. All the beautiful things of life we spend our money buying are the product of quality education and creative thinking.

We must urgently, bring all our children to the class and save them from the mess of the street; it is time to save the future of our father/mother-land.

Do not give up, ever. Not on life, yourself or your dreams. You can do it.

If there is anything you can do for everybody – including yourself. It is to stay alive.

I know that, there are times when the dark cloud hindered your sun from shinning, and the wind of failure engulfed your mind. The fact that nobody picked you up when you where down, is not a confirmation of your irrelevance. Rather, it is a chance for you to realise your hidden inner abilities….

Do not give up, ever. Not on life, yourself or your dreams. You can do it.

A tweet from my soul

As I was publicising my poem about Africa today on twitter, here is what I tweeted;

I did not read it from anywhere. I did not copy it from anywhere.

After tweeting this, I realised that Africa has a soul. The soul of the man from Ghana, South Africa, Tanzania, Nigeria and any other place in Africa is a component (mini – soul) of Africa’s soul (mega or central soul).

Is your soul Patriotic?

“Africa is in my heart. You can abuse her, but you can never take her away from me”

What does Africa mean to you?

Bleeding Africa


Bleeding Africa
image credit: lastfm


Should I pray for Africa or cry for her?

Should I run to the outside world

or stay here and watch her die?

Why is everybody joining the dance?

Why is nobody saying something?

How many fathers have we lost?

Where are the mothers?

Do we still care to bury our dead?

We just pass by, looking the other way.

How many orphans have we made?

What is the future for the unborn?

Have we so soon forgotten

Our missing sisters and brothers?

What about the thousands of men

That fought and gave their lives for our freedom?

How did it happen?

who started it? who’s fault is it?

Africa, from the top of kilimanjaro

To the deep of assal your blood flows.

Drums from the south. Horns in the north.

 Swords in the west and arrows from the east;

gathered are your children,

to finish the evil masquerade dance.

Is anybody out there?

Are you seeing the display of shame?

Please call this men to order;

Before the kill the last of our kind.

Stop the drum; drop your weapons – say it to them.

The primary responsibility of all mothers is not only to give birth, but to mold and nourish destinies.


mothers and their roles

My mother was not the richest mum on earth – material wise, but all she gave me, is still the best I have ever had.

The days she sat on my bedside, watching and caring for my ill body; the days she had to go never give up when I am faced with what looks like the impossible. She made me understand that the free gift I must give to all is love, unreservedly and selflessly.

Mrs. Mercy Igoche (late), though it has been more than fourteen years since you left, the memories of the love you shared and the beauty of the legacies you embedded in me are still fresh and shine brighter in me as each day passes me.

Flowers will fade away
Night and day may pass away
Seasons will come and go
But God’s words concerning you
Will never die.

Friends will come and go
Rivers and streams may dry
Time will pass away
But God will never give up on you