BE YOU..NO APOLOGIES!

        
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Be comfortable in your person..
Be able to love you in you sane and crazy. 
Be able to accept your flaws and imperfections and love you within your beautiful and beyond your scars.

Be able to stare into that mirror, see the tribal marks that lines my face..😄

See the smile that lights up my eyes, see the happiness that is hidden within those smile curves..see the years of existence as it shows in my hair,see the world through my eyes...

ABOUT TSP

About TSP
THE SWEET PERSPECTIVES (TSP)                         (ITCHYFINGER’S STORIES) 

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 This is a place where you come to read stories of the Good,the Bad and the Ugly Irony of Life. 

 Stories from the brooding mind of a writer who is neither sane or insane,happy nor sad. Who sees everything in black ,white and gray. Who feels that magic is born out of thoughts formed into words and given to readers to see what she cannot see.

 What is TSP (The Sweet Perspectives )? What we are all About? 
What this place is?

 Come a little closer let me tell you…

You see…

 This is a place where you get to find love woven in stories, romance breathing in the air and butterflies and tickling in toes.

This is a place where you get to hear the howling of the wind,the eerie sounds of the forest and the child who cries at midnight.

This is a place where you wonder about the shadow that lurks in the night and the two faced children whom were left deep into the forest and their voices their comfort.

 This is a place where you get to read about love,pain,sadness, relief, where you can be lifted,entertained and begin to wonder and thirst for more.

 This is a place were you are advised to leave your inhibitions at the door and come in..

 Yes, it’s all shades of black and white, colours inbetween and colours that don’t exist.

We tell stories…we make images come alife and sometimes we give it a twist.

 Don’t ask me.. because sometimes I have no idea what ITCHY-FINGERS is up to so I let her/it/him write.

 DISCLAIMER : You are entirely responsible for what you deduce from my stories but don’t fret..

I got picks for you…

You want butterflies, you want shadows, you want magic or you just want upliftments? Just name it.

 Oh don’t mind Me. Lol.

 Ah Yes, we do have cookies, lots of them… But the question is…Would you want to leave?
 I might be too addictive for you..come,don’t be shy,bring a friend along..you really don’t want to enjoy the ride alone would you?sharing is good you know.

 So why don’t you tell a friend to tell a friend …and come let’s take you in a ride into the brooding mind of a writer where writing is her only escape and where stories is her happiness and the sweet perspectives is her safe haven to express herself.

 Yes..words are magic. A writer without words is like a lamp without a burning oil. Take away their will to write and you have taken away their will to speak and when they can’t speak using their words and their hands..they seize to exist.

 Yes.. This is a place where you get to meet me..Stephanie Egberike …and no I don’t bite. LOL.

 This is a place where you get to meet ITCHY-FINGERS (My hands, yes, it does speak and half of the time I have not the darnest idea what it is about to say…I swear. LoL. ) Just so you know, I still can’t tell wether it is a she/it/or he. But I can tell you something again… ..my hands does talk..and loudly too, do you want to listen?

 You do? Wow, great then, awesome choice.

 Come then..let us begin as I tell you a story,
I wonder which is your pick. .?

 Should I tell you a story of love?
 Should I tell you a story of hope?
 Should I bring the shadows lurking in the darkness?
 Or the killer who smiles at you with his broken teeth and that farmilarity of your father?
 Should I tell you something abut Christmas?
 Or should I tell you something inspiring about God?

 Hey…whatever it is,come closer,grab a blanket, get a mat..and let us begin.

 Welcome to… 

 THE SWEET PERSPECTIVES (TSP)
      (ITCHY FINGER’S STORIES ) 

A PLACE WHERE WORDS ARE MADE MAGIC AND A READER NEVER TRULLY LEAVES..

COME READ AMAZING FICTIONAL STORIES OF DIFFERENT GENRES…

WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM AND MAYBE YOU ENJOY THEM TOO MUCH AND OPT TO BUY A BOOK WRITTEN BY ME OR GET YOUR FAVOURITE STORY..FOR YOU, A FRIEND OR FOE😅.

 WE ALSO HOPE THAT WHEN YOU DO COME VISITING AGAIN , YOU BRING ALONG A FRIEND.

AND WE LOVE YOU ALREADY..

YES WE DO!!!

DON’T YOU GO ANYWHERE...

                                            Xoxo

                         Stephanie Egberike 
                                  (Sweetness) 
               THE SWEET PERSPECTIVES (TSP) 
                  (ITCHY FINGER’S STORIES)

The BANSHEE

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 The blast of the horn woke her up..

 The sound was piercing. .slicing through her head like a knife .

The searing pain was blinding She blinked a couple of times and shook her heard to clear the cobwebs of a thousand thoughts running through her head like tiny solder ants on a rampage. 

 It was pitch black The night was cold. .her nostrils flared with the cold breeze She shivered..right to her bones the chills rose..Causing her to chatter her teeth.


 She was barely clothed. Her bones cracked with every move and she felt numb and weak. She looked around She didn't recognised anything. . She pulled herself into a sitting position .She felt sore. .

SISTER !

SISTER

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so apparently something went wrong….

See vicky wasn’t your average intelligent girl but she tries to get things done. she wakes up in the morning, does her rounds of chores in the house and goes to school.

 she tries to listen in class but nothing sticks…plus her friends aren’t like intelligent either so there goes the after school discussion amongst friends to trash out certain topics or mathematical problems experienced in class. so she goes home as frustrated and dumb as ever. slowly she embraces that old saying ‘ A girl’s place is in the kitchen’…..she adds ‘and bedroom where you become the baby factory ‘ she shudders at the thought of it.

she rushes home from school as she usually does following the shortcut through the market and gets home just barely after three, takes a cold shower and eats the left over bread from the previous night with cold tea owing from the fact that she is as tired as hell to put on the stove.

NOTHINGNESS! !

NOTHINGNESS!!

*bites lower lips and stares at the keyboard*  nothing….absolutely nothing comes to mind.

 This totally sucks though right? i have been yapping all week about finally opening a blog because i was totally bored stiff at home doing nothing except watch movies, listen to songs and sleep…..and em… eat and sh……..t 

* it is whatever you are thinking.*straight face*.
                                                                                     

   Anyways that's what this is right, life after school when you haven’t gotten a job yet and you are waiting for Batch B for them to send you to a compulsory jail term to serve your country…..oh am sorry….’NYSC ‘…where you wear uniforms and climb trees and you are  isolated in a camp with poor sanitary systems….

.*oh i dread it for whatever reasons*

…..but i have to go there right 

* remembers Chris brown* 

i don’t wanna go there

* and cries hard * 

Guess i have to go there!

…..so here i am waiting for that DAY!

Yeah well…..That's that bit.

Hi There..

Hi there!!

Helo beautiful human!!! Welcome... *Ushers you in* 

Am super glad you decided to stop by to read stories of a brooding mind of a writer.. Please don't be shy, sit. Have a glass of water, pop your legs on the table or under you bum or leave them wide open.. I won't judge . *wide goofy smile* ..

 Just relax. Take a break from work, family and life and just read. I may not have much to say but you never know which story might just pique your interest and keep you coming back for more. But point Is, since I can't stop my itchy fingers from typing away on that key pad...you might as well indulge me..okay?? Good. Thank you. Lol.

 Oh don't mind me silly, Am super glad. Disclaimer : please do drop your inhibitions at the door and come all the way in. Take a trip down the intricacies of a writer's mind. Go round the curve, peep at the bend and keep walking that long interesting road .. you just might like the weave of stories you come across..

 So I welcome you to the other side ... of beautifully weaved magical words which comes to life in each character. Come join make magic. 

And oh... We have cookies. You want some . Oh don't let me keep you. Go on....Read. Enjoy and please do come back. And bring a friend along. I got plenty of room... 

Ps: You know you are amazing right.?? 

Xoxo Stephanie Egberike 

Writer / blogger/Author 

The Sweet Perspectives 

Mwahhhhhhhh! !!