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THE WRITER'S BLOCK
<p>I used to believe inspiration knew my address.</p><p>That if I left my window open, creativity would stroll in, drop her slippers by the door, raid my fridge, and leave behind poetry that tasted like rain.</p><p>Now...</p><p>She doesn't even reply my texts.</p><p>Funny.</p><p>Because people still ask, <em>"When next are you dropping something?" </em>As if words are pure water. As if I can just tear the edge and pour.</p><p>I laugh.</p><p><em> "Very soon." </em></p><p>But "very soon" has been wearing the same outfit for months.</p><p>My notes app has become a museum.</p><p>Titles. Half sentences. One banger opening line. </p><p>Then...</p><p>Nothing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Writer's block is strange.</p><p>It whispers <em>"Maybe you've outgrown this. Maybe you've lost it. Maybe the last thing you wrote was the best you'll ever write."</em></p><p>Then suddenly, you start scrolling instead of creating.</p><p>TikTok.</p><p>Instagram.</p><p> <em>"Just five minutes."</em></p><p>Five hours later, I've memorized everybody else's creativity while abandoning mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>I kept thinking the breakthrough would arrive like electricity, unexpectedly with everybody shouting, <em>"Up Nepa!"</em></p><p>But art...</p><p>Art is different.</p><p>Sometimes, you have to become your own power supply.</p><p>Even when fuel is expensive.</p><p>ESPECIALLY when fuel is expensive.</p><p><br/></p><p>I have words.</p><p>Too many, actually.</p><p>I rehearse entire performances while bathing.</p><p>I win arguments that happened three years ago.</p><p>I give award-winning interviews to nobody while cooking.</p><p>The words rush like Lagos floods on a rainy Monday morning.</p><p><br/></p><p>But the moment pen meets paper...</p><p>Silence.</p><p>It's almost insulting.</p><p>Because how do you explain that your best pieces have only ever been performed to bathroom tiles, plastic buckets and that sweet innocent Ogbono soup?</p><p><br/></p><p>I know it was there.</p><p>I know it was beautiful.</p><p>But by the time I reach for it</p><p>all I have left, is the feeling it existed.</p><p><br/></p><p>So yes, if you've been expecting another piece from me, this is it.</p>
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