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ABOUT WRITING ON WEDNESDAYS

    I am one person who really enjoys impromptu inking sessions,  I think my love for it stems from the fact that I've received two awards from impromptu writing competitions. 
    This makes me look forward to Wednesdays when @AfroBloggers will drop a prompt and call out African writers to write instantly about any picture he shares for the day. It's always a thrilling moment when we get to savour the sweetness of poetry from various shades of creativity and the fun it comes with. 
      There are times when I feel so lazy to write but once it's Wednesday, I try to pick up my pen and scribble some lines. Here's the latest. I wrote two actually... Which do you prefer? 

The propmt

Poem 1

                      Poem 2


Feel free to add yours too and follow me @Alicespringz01 on Twitter. Also do well to follow @Afrobloggers and join us on our writing party every Wednesday. Thanks for reading!!!

Alice Asuquo

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