ASSOCIATION OF NIGERIAN STUDENT AUTHORS (ANSA)
2022/23 ANSA WORLD CUP
GROUP STAGE MATCH
F1 vs F3 (Image)
For the image attached, produce a piece of literature (poetry, prose, play, etc) using the theme(s) that can be identified. You have 10 minutes to write at least 100 words.
Your time starts now. Submit on or before 21:08 (GMT+1).
All the best!
ANSA… for the love of writing
I never expected this, I thought she was going to be the one I would call mine till my last breath.
It started like a tale, but it had no fairies to behold. It was one I so much cherished but then I had coated my expectations with the clouds. Poor me; her presence was becoming a vessel linking my heart to my lungs; I felt I had won her but I neglected that part of her that tagged honesty as a priority to getting into that beautiful gallery of companionship where I longed.
How I got here? I finally let out the truth and then the notification of "Here's where we end" came in. All I had were uncompleted words beginning with "I thought..." but then it ended still with "I thought".
Many say the end is usually not the final destination of a person, but I believe they say this for consolation whenever they lose a loved one. However, I subscribe to this school of thought but I never had to deal with knowing someone who has reached his end but not his "final destination"; till Titi.
The relationship I shared with Titi can be compared with that of a poet to his muse.
No one told me this end meant, the end of what we shared; walking down lonely paths without her by myside. Does this mean the relationship is not over even though it feels like it is?
I do hope you remember me in your final destination.