THE END OF THE KOTERIE

After nearly a year of existence, The Koterie is coming to an end today. As fulfilling as this blog has been for me, I feel that it served its purpose, and it’s time to formally end it.

Though I know you guys have been following us for varying lengths of time–some since the beginning,and others, just recently–I hope that, The Koterie has helped you in some small way to feel inspired, learn a few helpful stuff or at least to know that you aren’t alone.

I can’t thank you guys enough for all that you’ve done–for commenting on our posts, reblogging on other blogs and following up. This blog has been a very big part of my life , and I’m so happy that I get to view it as time well spent. That’s all because of you.

So, thank you, thank you, thank you. But beyond that, the blog will stay as it is, and I hope it will continue to help any teenagers and young adults who stumble across it. I don’t think I have much else to say. Just: thanks.  I’m so happy to have interacted with all of you. I wish you the best in all your endeavors.

P.S. If you want to keep in touch with the writers, you can reach:                                  Arinola Lawal on Twitter as @TheBrontide

Obiora Okechukwu Gideon

Festus Adenike Joy

Antonia Tijani

Rubie Targema-Takema

Steven David

George Otache

Nnamdi Pope Peters and

OluwaIrowan Kingsley, all on Facebook.

Personally, you can find me (Otuagomah Dhebbie on Facebook) on Twitter as @thatgirldorian,you can also mail me at thatgirldorian@yahoo.com or through my personal blog thatgirldorian.wordpress.com Thanks a lot,wonderful people.

Please note: You guys are awesome. Don’t ever ever forget that.

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YOU MUST EMBRACE IT ALL (a tribute to West Legon)

 

Strange-land mine
While you dance to the urban wind of belief
And to the treading feet which awaken relief
And as the hill sojourns with you on his back
You must embrace it all…
…that the canals stream your way
 
When your braids besot a

THE RADICAL WORDS; MAKE YOUR MARK

True happiness no doubt lies in the thrill of creative efforts. The joy you feel when you get your name written against some spectacular landmarks is usually overwhelming, consuming and refreshing. It feels like touching the sky, like hugging the sun , like gliding in space and doing the impossible. Yeah! That’s why you see a lot of people struggling to achieve success at all cost.

No doubts, there will be obstacles, there brace up and

Hear? Listen?

As funny as it sounds, I just realised that the most common things, those really small things we term “mundane” are the hardest to understand for a lot of people.. What does it mean to listen!? (Take some time and answer yourself).

I found out after listening to myself that to me, to listen is “to sit and hear what someone has to say”, and that is it. But really what it means to listen is to

Wistful Moments -an Excerpt from my Journal.

Dear diary,
       Still with this unknown sickness, I refused to take my medications ( you know how much I hate taking drugs, Gen! ). Mom told me to take some rest because I wasn’t looking too good. Besides, I could count how many times I spoke today and worse still I had a bad appetite.

        I couldn’t pay attention in class for I was thinking about my life and remembered how many times the thought of attempting to take my life through anorexia came but I was scared to say the least. There was no one to pour out my heart to because I’ve always liked to be independent and people don’t really care about you except when your eyes falls or you pass out.

        Although those close to me couldn’t see anything wrong with me. So they thought and said within them “she’s doing just fine besides she’s got her straight ‘A’s, what can ever go wrong?”.  I hate to say these but I’ve  got to say them anyway, “I’m afraid of my shadows, I find it hard to reach out to new faces, I’m thin-skinned about a lot of things, I fake smiles to cover up my worries and I often switch moods. Believe me, I’ve harbours these for quite a long time and I’m afraid I can’t go on”.

       However, has a book ever spoken to you? Just as if it were specially written for you? Well, this eve, I read a life- touching book which has changed my being and I figured out that I’ve being passing through the juvenile stages which is a natural thing.

       So, from now on , I’ll try as much as possible to leave all these vices behind and have a happy-go-lucky attitude.

                                               Nikki.
Written by : Festus Adenike Joy
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BEING FEMALE IN NIGERIA.

#Beingfemaleinnigeria is actually tough. Really tho, it’s a very hard task. We ladies are taught to be how to be good and submissive wives and how to cook. But the men are never taught to be responsible. In Nigeria, you hear people tell females, “You should never be too tall(as if one can control one’s genes), too outspoken or overambitious because

WHO I AM AND WHY I’M HERE

WHO I AM
My name is Otuagomah Dhebbie and I’m 18. I live in Ondo State, Nigeria. My skin is the colour of creamy chocolate.

       They call me Dhebbie and Dorian as well. My fave colour is black and I’m not a foodie. I am an aspiring law student of the University of Benin.

     I’m a YA writer and I also blog about YA stuff at The Koterie. I have an undying love for books, menswear and movies. I’m also a media enthusiast, an ICT geek and a music fanatic. I identify as a cross dresser. I’m an unapologetic tomboy and an unrepentant