Earnest Writes Hub : Celebrating 5 years In The Literary Scene


Have you ever woken up to something that changed your perspective of life?

Here’s a snippet of what one of the members of EWC tells us :

“This is something that EWC did to me. I was scrolling through the WhatsApp statuses of people when I came across a basic article writing class by EWC. Let me tell you, I was not a very good writer nor did I have enough confidence to present my work to someone. So just seeing a status post I ended up gaining some very basic knowledge that one wouldn’t expect to seek in a free article writing class. Since that day I have found my family, a writing family or ‘wrimily’ as we call ourselves. This community helped me discover the writer in me with all the love and support that I needed. The first class I got was on how to raise your self esteem and that’s what makes EWC different from others. They won’t teach you to be just good but will build you from within to be the best version of yourself.”

Now you must be wondering what EWC actually is? 

EWC stands for “Earnest Writes Community”, a community of writers and poets founded by Boakye D. Alpha. Earnest Writes was created five years ago on 25th of December to help both professional and budding writers to polish their skills and provide them with the platform that most of the writers lack in today’s world. This year, in December, Earnest Writes is celebrating 5 years of its successful journey in this field. 

The Founder, Boakye D. Alpha strongly believes that  “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you” which is a very famous quote by Maya Angelou and one of the biggest reasons behind the foundation of EWC that has made it thrive so strongly over the years. 

Boakye D. Alpha is a published author, poet, script writer, editor, proofreader, blogger, motivational speaker, student journalist and an entrepreneur. His works can be found on Amazon, Pabpub and various other publishing platforms. He happens to be nominated in the category of best blogger, writer, author of the year in the Ghana Student Awards (GSA). This man of great patience, ever-developing skills and sheer humbleness, has been a long-time inspiration of many people across the world, especially the EWC members and it is appropriate to say that it is his hardwork and dedication that took EWC to greater heights.

Since the past years, the members of EWC have shown their excellence in the field of poetry writing, fiction writings, screenplay writings, article writings and many other genres with the help, love and support from this community. EWC bridges the gap between the writers and publishing houses so that they can present their talents to the world. EWC recently started its own publishing branch to help writers with a place where they can seek editors, proofreaders, anthologist experts and graphic designers. They as well provide publishing on various publishing platforms and e-launches, marketing and outsourcing services to make your book reach a wide audience. It is a publishing centre you could call your home with the variance and services it provides so generously. You also get gigs for freelance jobs if you plan to earn some money through your daily writings. Even if you feel that you are still discovering yourself as a writer, EWC is the place you are looking for. They provide you with the motivation and confidence in writing, your work will be reviewed by professional writers that help you figure out your flaws and learn under them.   

Overall, Earnest Writes Community is a ‘safe haven’ for the writers by all means and has now expanded in nearly every part of the world; its members consist of people from different cultures, races, nationalities but they all stand as one family. This family is celebrating its 5 years of joy and happiness together and warmly welcomes you to be a part of us.

On this special occasion they have organized some exciting events which will begin from 16th of December to 4th January. 

On 16th December you will know more about the history, mission and vision of EWC by the board of directors and heads themselves; it will be conducted at 3pm GMT.

On 22th of December, they will have a mental health session and giveaways of some of the favourite books which are a treat to every book lover. 

At 2-6 pm GMT on 24th of December, an EW drama will be performed by the Founder Alpha himself, followed by book readings, interviews and discussions!

On 26th of December, there will be a launch of the book ‘Forbidden Tales’ by EWC which will be held at 3-7pm GMT. 

And this long list of surprises just goes on with a lot more games, Instagram lives, award functions and fun activities that will be held as a part of this celebration! Above all, they have planned out a hangout for the members in Lagos, Nigeria. If you wish to join this community and be a part of it, the link has been provided below and as they always say, Earnest Writes Community will be glad to have you!


Contact Earnest Writes on
(+233 50 165 4935)
Instagram – @earnest_writes 
Facebook – Earnest Writes
Twitter – @earnestwrites 

Join EWC’s family here! 
https://surveyheart.com/form/5e049075d070816c14bb55f4
 

Know more about Forbidden Tales

A short summary:
Have you ever imagined yourself in a situation that could make your heart skip beats, shivers run down your spine and butterflies dance in your stomach?

Have you ever experienced things you weren’t supposed to but did anyway? Have you ever found yourself in a situation where “curiosity kills the cat” is the perfect expression for you?

Forbidden Tales” is not your average paranormal-fantasy book. It comes with a blend of mystery and thriller.  It is a collection of short stories that have gone through painstaking research so as to give you a whole new experience of mystery on another level.

This book is not for the feeble-hearted. This is one for all those who are ready to journey through suspense, dark, horror and intriguing adventures. You are not a fanatic of mystery? This book promises to make you one! 

( https://pabpub.com/books/320/ )

Written By: Zainab Aqueel Ahmad
Twitter – @zainabaqueel

VICTORIA

VICTORIA

She’s a swipe of realities,
A deity to fairies,
And a twilight to midnight’s series.

It took only but a look into her eyes
and the gaze into her smiles
to understand the words voices failed to speak.

She’s mine; her beauty is mine to savour.
She smiles the ancient beauty of tradition
and her curves walk the aisle of Africanism.

The battlegrounds bow to her walking stance
and sing the alphabets of her name, Victory.
Hail Victoria! Queen of Elysian bliss.
How madly I am in love with thou.

©️TurksonQuills

DEAR GOD, A poem by Nana Ananse.

Dear God,

I’ve got a lot of questions I’d like to ask
I want no third persons but just the two of us
It’s not about this time and its masks
Nor about options and musts
But about you.

What’s in your being?
And where have you been?
You said you’ve got no mates
Yet everything about you is a debate

Lord I don’t wanna say we’re done,
But why are you jealous about others if you’re only one?
Now religion has destroyed families,
Set distinctions and promoted diversities:
It has separated people and destroyed cities.

These old world is tearing into pieces
Humanity is losing its peace.
Now religion is one of the greatest of the world’s cankers,
And it’s destroying people more than COVID-19 and cancer.
What is the lie or the truth?
Speak, Dear God: for men say you’re all of these things root.

©️ Nana Ananse

MY CHOICE, MY LIFE

Many a year ago
I thought my life will be a child and not for the old
Seeing the world as glitters of gold
Neglecting how a second flick of time can turn my life cold
I was young and naïve, curious and wrong
I made certain turns that buried my essence for long

Now I am lost in my thoughts
Scrambling around trying to find myself
Darkness is all I am now
All I see
All I feel
Darkness is all I am now
Maybe I’ll stumble upon the years time had buried before
Maybe I will find that child I used to be again;
Sitting amidst this plaque
Waiting for a light maybe
Waiting for hope

I never knew the real me
So I danced the rhythms of corruptible friends in glee
Not realizing the cost it came with
Listen, my life was full of fragments and endless flaws
I followed unnecessary socialization laws
And my life became heaven and hell
A light dark mystery I couldn’t tell
I sailed with the shallow minded
Yet I craved to be a great person
Hypocrisy at its best; I’m grounded
With the fellow I became; a sin

This sin floats
It sways endlessly in an ocean of regrets
Constantly pulling back and forth
Across the things that’d will me
Even though I’m numb to pain now
I longed to be lost with the waves
To be found at the bottom of this ocean
Away from everything that makes drollery of my existence

I wanted to be found among the oceans
Make everything that defines me come to light
But then I remembered that
I joked with my time
And I thought it was just fine
Because I never had a society’s hand
That could lead the way and give a first line head band
My life drained and swallowed the desert sands
All that is left of me is a fear of everything I failed to understand
This choice
This lifestyle
This demon
I harbor in me has killed the essence of my living
Oh Gush! I messed up.

Many a year ago
I’d hoped I could be reborn
To see the world for what it is
To see that it really can’t be gold
I’d held on to these lies for too long
That they left bruises in my palms
But never again
I shan’t be trapped in this puddle of insecurities
I shan’t be lost in this river of fears
I shan’t fade into this same darkness that had me captive for this long
Never again
I refused to be tamed by my demons again

Demons of the old and new
Choices I already knew
And won’t fall back on them again
So friends
I have been here before
And hoping not to make the same fall
Which left me in this sluggish state
Was it actually laced in my fate
To encounter strange junctions
For which my strength functions
Not to make the right turns
Tell me which road ends
Or leads to the right course
I simply don’t want to make a loss
In this decision I am opting for

Crossroads or not
I’m the choices I make
Crooked or straight
I’m the path I take
I choose to watch the waves
Caress the sand and not take me with them
I choose to find myself floating
Somewhere in this darkness
Like the star I’ve become
Crossroads or not
I am the choices I make.

TurksonQuills
AJ Oti

THE SCAR THAT NEVER LEFT

THE SCAR THAT NEVER LEFT

These scars are the memories
of pain that linger inside of me.
They remind me of the incisions between my thighs,
and how I lost my pride,
to the face I never knew.

If death were to bear inscriptions,
mine’d bear my brother’s writings.
That death houses itself in my father’s house,
and with its familiar cologne, every other night,
this grim reaper snakes into me.
I and my sheets have been raided,
of sanctity, and the need to live on.

My smiles and recherché aura are just a deception;
a mirage, a lie, a facade
that ensconces the searing twinge I felt
on the night my innocence was murdered
by the extension of a he who I deemed an indefectible lamb.
My urbanity was shattered, battered, and transformed to a slum;
a place of no ecstatic decency.
The me you knew of is now a mess
who sees stains in every man
because that lamb left castles of hell in me.

I’m writing this in the middle of the night
with no lantern with me or a candle light.
I’m here alone in the dark
thinking of how pained I am with the scar,
the scar that marked the pain on my body
leaving me heartbroken and burdened.
I’ve always cried in hope
that one day the scar would leave,
yet, it stays making me to grieve

©️Professor
©️Epiphany
©️TurksonQuills
©️Titilayomine

IN HER THIGHS

IN HER THIGHS

Between the thighs
Of lots of beautifuls,
And in the mouth
Of the gorgeous.
In there,
I have tried to fill
This void.
The void that creates
Emptiness and
Steals away my joy.
Sex is my solution
To loneliness.
It is my distraction
From pain and identity crisis.
So I find solace in a moment
Of pleasure.
But…
As I step out of her embrace,
The demons drill more,
They make this void deeper.
Then truth is revealed,
Sex is no solution.
I should probably find
ME.

©️TD Adams

AS A POET

As a poet,
Sitting by my window, waiting for inspiration,
and suddenly it strikes, but its a perception,
that whatever I write, could be a declaration,
that could not affect just me and you, but a whole generation.

As a poet,
I’ve experienced black days,
where my pen doesn’t move because it doesn’t hear what my heart says,
the only hope of writing comes from the beautiful sun rays,
finally I scribble, I’m happy as a donkey given hay.

As a poet,
Focused yet distracted,
but my pen still bled,
through the sight of people, their emotions I’ve read,
and by the scribbling of my pen, their paths I’ve cleared.

As a poet,
I’ve realised that poetry isn’t just about what we write,
its about the lives of the readers we set right,
losing them up from the despondencies that held them tight,
and finally we make their world shine bright.

As a poet,
I live to write words that are Inspirational,
sometimes it makes me emotional,
my type of poetry isn’t mythical,
every line could be self translated when you’re rational.

As a poet,
Poetry gets me out of a quagmire,
for my soul its an emulsifier,
it engulfs my heart and causes all sadness to ceasefire,
poetry came into my world, A Pacifier.

-Mumtaz Paramole

TPOAMC

DUDUKE

“ Duduke “

My eyes gazed her beauty in the dark
Like the shining sun she glows
The voice of her eyes
Is deeper than all the roses

Her suffused beauty astounded me
Her apparel was a glamour
I was astonished by her aura of display
My veins had a gush of emotions

A lovely apparition was sent to me
Her beauty drew me with a single hair
Day and night , she’s my fantasy
She is the exotic bloom of my world

Her black skin so nice and pearl
Flawless without the spots
Glowing more than the moon
And blooming like the sunflower

To my heart she’s a phantom of delight
When I gleamed upon her sight
She’s a goddess without the makeups
Her beacon of smiles charms

A sight of her gives me a glummer of smile Every touch of hers was like a strong instruct
She worth a million statue when she stands
Drawing every eyes as she walks

Her soft voice vibrates in my memory
An angelic voice that melts silence
Even her touches could send me to heaven
And her cup of kisses would return me

She beholds a heart of gold
Like the snow she’s pure within
Amazingly her memory glads my soul
Captivating my thought every single day

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©️Chukwunulu Chinedu (Nedu Kels Poetry)

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