CREATIVE WRITING Dear Abi 

#DearAbi I don’t want to be a nice guy anymore!

Dear Abi, I hope this missive finds you well and in good spirit after Valentine’s day. I’ll get straight into it. Is there a way to write/talk about about being a nice guy without sounding pretentious? The nice guy notion is something I’ve been struggling with for a while now, both in it’s implicit and explicit sense. The term nice guys is too subjective if you ask me. Outside this discussion, I think it carries with it a sense of self-gratification that is somewhat rooted in patriarchy. Like, what make you a…

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#DearAbi A Crisis of Confidence

Dear Abi, In the summer of 1979, President Carter gave an address to the American people about a fundamental threat to their democracy. It wasn’t the economy or other world powers but what he termed as “a crisis of confidence”. This crisis was manifested in the growing doubt about the meaning of American lives and in the loss of a unity of purpose for their Nation. Many years later I feel like the term coined from Carter’s speech encapsulates the situation I’m in. As an artist, man and emotional being,…

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#DearAbi This Is How A Heart is Broken

Dear Abi, Hope you’ve been well and started the year on a positive note. I’ve struggled to pen this missive over the past few days, attributing that to either the complexity of the subject or the difficulty I currently face trying to write of late – known in some quarters as writer’s block. Self-expression through words , written or spoken, has always come easy to me but with each passing day it’s been hard for me to pen down my thoughts. Still, I try. Someone recently asked me if I’ve…

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#DearAbi Make My Heart a Home

Dear Abi, I’ve been struggling to write this letter, over the past week, as the words don’t seem to make it from my heart to the screen anymore. It’s like every time I sit down to write, a dark fog clouds the clarity of my thoughts and whatever’s written doesn’t convey the truth of what I really want to say. Music seems to be my only escape of late. Long hours are spent browsing the internet for songs, both familiar and new. The rest of the time is spent jamming…

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#DearAbi This Broken Heart of Yours

Dear Abi, I am fighting the urge to start this with an apology because I know you would hate that. As you say, guilt is an unnecessary burden and one should never apologize for moving on. Each person’s path leads them to where they’re suppose to be and sometimes that path leads us away from those who are closest to us. Kahlil Gibran said it best, “If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.” Cause I don’t wanna…

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#DearAbi Losing Friends

Dear Abi, Friendships are a fragile thing. The foundations might be made of stone but a bigger percentage of the house is just made of glass and wood. How easy it seems to break or set this house on fire. They might have the allure of a bush of roses but in there lies some sharp thorn ready to jolt you back to reality when you get too comfortable. Humans are to err as much as they are to disappointments. Life is a series of constant changes but for some of…

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#DearAbi I love, You love

Dear Abi, Somewhere at the end of John Legend’s Evolver I found a song. One of those whose lyrics speak to your soul like only it would. Like the artist passed through a crossroad, that you now share, and the moment became perfectly captured in the song. Careful this time, broken promises linger in our mind The devil is in the details they say. The same details I’ve somehow chosen to forget. It could be construed as a defense mechanism or something in the same vein as selective amnesia. Either…

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#DearAbi Golden

Dear Abi, Sometimes I drop into a deep abyss of darkness, caught in a mental whirlpool where for those few seconds I can’t see the future and all but forget the past. But the present is like the dark side of the moon. Some would call me bipolar, some would say moody but you always had the thought to ask me what is wrong. I never told you about this habit where I startle at 2am in the morning from my deepest of slumbers in the hope that one day…

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