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Most questions Artists ask themselves right from the first time they decide to do art is if they have an art style. First off when I started, I didn't know what an art style was, I didn't think I had one even up to this point because I always wanted to incorporate a lot of things at once in my art. Also because I was self taught and most of my art tutorials came and still comes from the internet. I wanted my art to have life, I wanted it to be fashionable, I wanted concept, I wanted it to look like a work hanging in a museum. All these I wanted and more but I didn't give myself time to breathe and actually enjoy painting. So whenever I put out a painting, I saw a million things it could have been so I will end up resenting the art but that art will end up beating my expectations. What am I actually saying? Art styles come naturally, from famous painters like Pablo Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinchi, Henri Matisse down to instagram works of @loisvb, @_picolo , @

There lived a fairy in Nondally, but she wasn't always seen. The people who did, said her face was gleam. She made the roses bloom, she guarded the loom. She was dressed in green, a clothing fit for a queen. There lived a fairy in Nondally, she barely spoke. Hair  of brass, eyes like it was teary from smoke. She looked at the splendor with eyes of wonder "O' what a scene that stretched to yonder" There lived a fairy in Nondally, I was told. Who could have known how I would feel if I could behold. A beautiful fairy, immaculate beauty It pleases me to pen down this in a jiffy. 

A long night far away from a world you once knew. The streets lit up like dynamite and the air smelled of dust and metal. The rain poured but there wasn't any flood, each trickle hit the ground like sparks of electricity, what could have been a puddle, became streaks of lightning that created a path to infinite places. She wasn't of that world, but it all felt familiar. Her hair, neon with streaks of purple, blue and lilac. She was clothed in metal, shiny, lustrous transparent metal that matched with her umbrella and the bra underneath complemented her lips. Where would she go? A happy place? The perfect place? No one could tell but she knew by following the path the electric rain paved, she would finally be in a place called... Home. 

If you want to watch a movie so surreal that it feels like it is just you, watching from a distance, as a certain family goes to through hurdles to retain longevity, then you should see Lionheart. In all hype and noise, Lionheart stands in the rubble, undeterred, whilst it goes ahead to break through clichés, stereotypes and the nerve jerking predictable story lines always churned out with few polishing. So it is safe to say; I did not expect the ending. I expected like a big BOOM where the protagonist Adaeze (Genevieve Nnaji) saves the day, but still the ending was very real life and a great moral lesson particularly for people in business. Also I loved how they movie was able to incorporate how lives were ruined by the 'Change' in government. How people were are forced to make huge gambles just to stay afloat. In all diamonds: the rubies, the topazes, the sapphires, the hyacinths, the crystals, the peridotes, the amethysts, the emeralds.... Lionheart is a Sa

(photo credit : Elena Berezina)  Let me tell you a story about the boys you want. They are mysterious, have a dangerous appeal, a spice of melodrama and zest for fantasy. Wonderland du jour and attention je ne sais quoi. They make you feel like you want the world to stop, heck the world stops when you are with them. The calls, damn the calls! Incessant, over the edge, every moment affair. You pour your hearts out on the phone, through texts, chats... It is a drug, you can never get enough of the intoxication. It is highend ecstasy borderline on molly heroine, morphine... The love engulfs you, you love them till your breathing stops, you love them till they call the cops on you... The love breeds madnees, you always want more but you never really get enough. And then... Reality sets in! It is an illusion, there is a sudden awakening, a flash of lightning that jolts you back to consciousness.  It comes fast, it ends faster. And then... You are in

There is nothing I hate more than this phrase 'Bad things happen to good people' It is devoid of hope, a lacuna of misery, an avalanche of agony. It shouldn't make any sense at all, because if it does then the opposite means that:  'Good things happen to bad people'  Why should bad people get what they want? Why do people believe that because of how the world has been wired, there is no karma? Let me make this known; Bad things happen to Bad people. You know why it looks like it happens to good people? Karma is very slow in action, consequences don't happen in a snap of a finger and that is why it appears like good people are endangered. But they are not! There is always a price to be GOOD! In thoughts, in actions, in words, in everything! Forget the world, forget the horror, the terrible people, the unfortunate humans, genuinely do good! Why? It pays to be good! It might look like people always take you for granted but you are