Grace Alioke

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About Me

Grace Alioke is a writer, a poet, and a speaker.

She explores and flaunts with different themes.

When she is not writing, reading, helping young writers with their works, she should be talking about everything that freaks her out.

Her works have been published in Praxis magazine, Analogies & Allegories, Havilah Woman, Lion&Lilac, Serotonin, Heavenshores, Artmosterrific, 'Happiness, A Crazy Choice' anthology, and forthcoming in others. She won the 2020 TYWA Short Story contest and she is an ambassador of The GoodFelo. She is also an editor in Shuzia magazine.

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My Latest Work

TYWA 2020 Nomination for The Read-Worthy Prize Grace

Favour Grace Alioke lives in Mowe, Ogun (18 years old). This story was slightly edited for grammatical accuracy and to better serve TGF readers. The originality of the story is 100% intact.

The sun was standing still like the policeman at Ayikara junction, making your clothes wet with your sweats as Haija was weaving your hair into six backward cornrows. Mama Halima ran into your compound, shouting, "Wuta! Wuta! Wuta tana ko'ina o! Fire! Fire! Fire is already everywhere o!"

Maybe you would not

Four Poems|Grace Alioke

how would my lips roll out all the

gratitude growing wings in her garden, or

how would she sprinkle all the affection

as lilies on your mild face, fair one? for

you… you, Buttercup, are the breeze

that warms my face whenever fear’s fierce

breath tries to shrink me. your fragrance alone

flutter all the butterflies in my belly till my skin

shoots praises to the sky. it’s your windless waves

that dragged me from inferiority’s cage & set me on

freedom’s lane. and when i run… when insecurit
The Shallow Tales Review •

A Poem in Which I Am Everything that Calls You & Last Night

a poem in which i’m everything that calls you

the lecturer ambles into the classroom like an

why would a lecture roll atop another like lovers? what adjective could unclench the anger

growing wings in my intestine? instead of ruminating the fire

float to your face, frolic after all that speak you &

crave to hold your heart in mine. crave to hold your breath in inertia where every other

voice is a history, my lips calling yours, beneath

the horizon. watch it build a garden where the sky

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Breaking the box: Unleashing the power of creativity.

Breaking the box: Unleashing the power of creativity.

Here you are. You are sitting at your desk, wrinkling your forehead to get the idea. I see the tons of crumpled papers around. You've cried and scattered the books on the desk, but it's as if your creativity too, is crying for help.

I'm here for you.

Creativity is a phenomenon whereby something new and valuable is formed, or in Robert Sternberg's words, "the production of something original and worthwhile".

Creativity can play hard to g

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