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Dreaming is Free

  Dreaming is Free by Chidera Udeh     Life is littered with disappointment. No matter how infrequent, it manages to prop up in the most unfortunate ways, disrupting flow, and ultimately sobering you. With a world as big as ours, we are made to cherish the good things, the good people, because we know that deep down, hurt is always just a stone’s throw away. I am in no way a statistician, but I am certain that the ratio of great times to bad ones are unfavourable and does not mesh well with the life we want to live. Bleak, right? Oh, how it must feel to be perpetually happy, successfully avoiding all of life’s trials and tribulations. Okay, I’m done. I apologise for the doomy prelude, you did not need those feelings you have done so well to bury, being brought back up to surface. In life’s defence, the better times are genuinely euphoric. It nearly makes up for all the nonsense we regularly put up with. You could argue it is a total justification. Either way, they do ...
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Boredom Strikes at Midnight

Boredom Strikes at Midnight                  by Chidera Udeh  ‘To my mother,    Thank you. You first showed me true love existed and when I no longer believed it did, you came again and showed me an adoration I have never felt. I can spend all my life chasing care and warmth, but one thing remains true: when the walls start to cave in, it is your voice, your touch, I crave the most.’   Chapter 1 - Main Character Syndrome    For what it’s worth, I’ve never purported to be a relationship expert. Or any type of expert for that matter, but I believe I know more than most. On what grounds you might ask? Well, none. You see, anyone who I’ve engaged in even the most trivial conversations with all come to one common conclusion: Chidera has ‘main character syndrome’. The term syndrome might have you thinking that I do indeed have a condition you ought to worry about. However, I am pleased to confirm that is not the case. ...
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The Tie That Became Loose

This was never meant to be. When we first met, you touched my soul so delicately I fell into a deep trance, but I was soon to find out that what I was under was more than just a trance. You would stay on my mind for a countless amount of hours and every time I saw you, a feeling of euphoria would contaminate my body, within seconds. You were my morning, my afternoon and my night. Your fight was my fight; your success was mine too. We once thought that we were inseparable, no forces were able to dislodge what we had for each other. Slowly, we started to distance, allowing outside interference to define us. Your warm hugs became looser and your kisses became less frequent. The one person I was holding onto so tightly was slipping away, my grip being ineffective. I were always told that you should never give up on someone you was fond on, but why wasn’t I a believer? Why did I feel that by refusing to let go was only destroying me within? Times were toxic, and what I felt soon transforme...
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