ELIDiARIES MEDIA

Letters to the Media Series (An Epilogue) One day, a lady showed me a picture of her course-mate dressed so inappropriate she said she felt ashamed to even respond to their Facebook chat. I looked and I saw over 200 likes and hundreds of comments. So I wondered, no matter the verbal dexterity I exude in my posts I haven’t gotten near the attention she has. Then it struck me what the media wanted. The media’s basis of performance appraisal places ‘trade’ on everything we presumably own physiologically. I choose to call it trade because she decided to sell off herself to earn a few more comments and likes. It’s alarmingly crazy what people do to be ‘Facebook heroes and heroines, Instagram Slay Queens and Kings, Snap Chat Geniuses and Superheroes’. If you don’t teach your children to be self-confident and less dependent on public opinions, the media would do that in a bad way. Two boys gave themselves a challenge that whoever gets a higher number of followers on Twitter withi...

Letters to the Media (Ep.5) She is 35 and on Facebook it is written 25 He is Chidi but on Facebook he says Barack Nelson. She’s not fair enough So she makes Celine Dion her profile picture The media age is different from the actual age But there’s a meeting place This moot-point is called SELF ESTEEM People feel either too old or too young, Too fat or too slim They are just too ‘me-like’ so to turn ‘media-like’, They downsize a huge portion of their breakfast Divest their lunch And invest their dinner in a foil paper for tomorrow Calling it a slimming course. Let’s get less MEDIA-LIKE The truth is that we make the media And we can destroy the erroneous perceptions we have built like a Tower of Babel Which is only reaching to the height of our ignorance. Our differences is the strength of us That’s why we are higher animals Not because we have stomachs, it’s the shape of our stomach Not because we have heads, it’s the shape of the ...

Dedicated on the 13th day of May, 2018 to all virtuous mothers in the world and specially to those whose memories are legendary💖 You don't know the things we go through to see our children happy You don't know the tears we hide to see them laughing Oh, you cannot understand the pain we chide to see them powerful No, you can't fathom the sacrifices we make to see them be who they ' can ' be. We may be poor , but for our children we are ever rich We may be weak, but for our children, we are always strong We may be sick, but for our children we are ever fit. When it comes to our kids, we can fight life itself Don't pity us when we fail to continue because death slipped in. Love us because we did all we could. Mama, you are a gem that I love. A rare jewel found in nowhere else but you. May our mothers ever live long to see us celebrate them more💕!!! A poem by Elizabeth Ewudiwa (c) 2018 All Rights Reserved. Share with a 'Mother figu...