Literary Art

The Philosophy of Apollotheyouth; Art

The Philosophy of Apollotheyouth; Art

Art is an ever-growing medium that has a vehicle to drive ideologies through many generations. Making others share our beliefs, from religious teachings using paintings, poetry, plays, and storytelling, to war propaganda packaged cheesy fight-for-your-country ads. The artists, either creating art for themselves or under the command of a stronger governing body (like during the eve of romanticism or renaissance) have used this medium to either show themselves to the world, or the world to itself. One thing to note is that art reflects prevailing situations in its society, and thus, can help give you an idea of what life...

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The Interview

The Interview

The gigantic glass building stood towering above all other buildings around it, with the words stiletto towers boldly written on it. It was the biggest accounting firm in Nigeria, and this interview was my only shot at getting into it. As I walked towards it, I was shaking visibly from fear. Just then/until I remembered the bracelet on my wrist. The bracelet was a good luck charm. The most effective and expensive I could get. “Success Magnet” In baba’s words. I had borrowed to pay for it, after all my first salary would be more than enough to repay the...

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Dr Dawn

Dr Dawn strolled out of the theatre room in anguish. Her snotty nose making more noise than her heeled shoes. She bumped into everything on her way while she struggled to take off the surgical regalia that hung around her.Dr Dawn felt woozy. She pressed the elevator buttons repeatedly like a stoned, yet, wild Rockstar would beat his drum set.A warm soothing voice from behind said, "You'll hurt your fingers my love.'’Dr Dawn jumped. She hadn't realized she wasn't the only one there. An old woman smiled strangely back at her.Dr Dawn's hands were trembling as she tried pulling herself...

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James

James lay on the couch of his shared home. Motionless. Staring at the stained white ceiling of his too-small living room. Tayo was in the bedroom, with his latest conquest. Above the loud noises of the voices in his head, he could just hear her moans, his grunts, their friction.He was used to Tayo's adventures. He knew when to leave the room when to leave the house. He knew how to praise him for his expertise in wooing women, he knew never to speak of the chain that dangled loosely around his neck. He knew Tayo, and he knew that...

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THE STRANGER

The stranger

The stranger who stood opposite my window last Friday was clearly from out of town. He wore a bronze, yet blood-stained crown, looking quizzically into nihility as a raven from nowhere sat on his shoulder. It was one of those lonely Friday nights which I spent on my doll infested bed. I randomly looked out my window and stole a glance when I saw him standing across the street. He was tall and thin, his skin as dark as the late-night, crimson-colored dreadlocks buoyantly hung over his head which dwindled upon his neck like it would fall off soon. He...

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