Writer
Olive Nwaigbo
8 stories
No More
There are no butterflies in my stomach when I see you. I no longer crave your presence. I never thought that the person responsible for making me feel so happy and loved would be the same person who would inflict so much pain into my heart and make me feel so alone and miserable.
9 Things a Grown Woman Doesn't Care About
We are grown women and we are done playing by everyone else’s rules. This is our life and we’re going to live it exactly how we want to. Life is too short for people-pleasing, staying quiet, or caring about all the things that don’t really matter. We are powerful ladies who don’t need to stick to your standards.
I Know Your Pain
I know your pain. I know how much your soul hurts. Heartbreaks are not easy to overcome. They are terrible and dreadful losses. And sometimes they put us in an emotional abyss so deep that we no longer know how to tell the difference between reality and our fears.
My Pieces
These are my pieces, but they are not my whole. I am more than this flesh and blood. My skin does not portray who or what lies inside of me. My expressions don’t necessarily show how I really feel, and my eyes don’t allow you to see how hurt my soul is.
No Longer a Prisoner of my Past
I was a prisoner. Yes, a prisoner to my past. I was scared to break out, so I was waiting for someone to bail me out.
Before you Come...
Before you come into my life you need to understand that I am damaged and broken. I’m lost. I can’t find myself; I get triggered easily.
Fighting For My Sunrise
I stood in the dark, feeling like that’s where I belonged. My mind was covered in the dark apparel of my own thoughts. I had a war to fight, yes, a war. They were dark wars because I was fighting with my own demons. The war seemed unending.
The Thoughts of a 19-year-old Millennial: I Have no Limits
My age, skin colour and height place no restrictions on my achievements. But people, even my so-called friends and family members often pose them as limitations.