once I wrote a story...

Once upon a time a dear friend I met on twitter invited me to write a story.
As part of a project called 'Decades', the idea was for different women to each write a story that encapsulated a decade of a woman's life - any woman's - from birth to the age of eighty when she was killed (by the writer).
I chose the third decade rather lazily, as I happen to be right smack in the middle of mine.

The series was posted to very mixed reviews on the widely popular Afrosays blog in September, and here's an excerpt from my story:

Emeka was the first person to tell me I had no bum. “The hips of a white woman”, he’d said. Then he’d walked over to where I stood, kissed me, and placed his hand on my backside, squeezing my cheeks playfully. With every increasing dent I felt my self esteem pass out of me. So, at the party, I didn’t shake my booty. I raised my hands high above my head and wiggled my shoulders. I couldn’t komole so I fosoke’d, I moved my knees where I could no longer justify moving my hips, and all my friends said I danced like a white girl. ... 

Please click here to read the rest of it. Ooh, and I came up with the tagline "I, woman" too! Granted it was something of a rip off, but still. :)