"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
The title of this chapter is giving me so much joy 🤭🔥.
Don't worry, I know you guys will enjoy it very much. There is something about writing Jidenna's POV that I just love. He is so freaking expressive and shameless 😂.
Disclaimer; There will be a bit of shina in this chapter, so if you are uncomfortable... What am I even saying? Y'all are never uncomfortable! Una like bad bad tinz! Eyin Oniranu 😂.
Let's dive in!
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𝐉𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 (Jidenna Leo Okojie)
The lens is my language, and tonight, I'm fluent.
Don't laugh at me.
I swear, I have no idea what I just said. I saw it in a quote somewhere and it just clicked right at this moment.
Being an artist— a photographer, is making me poetic.
I moved through the soft pulse of music and laughter, camera gripped steady in my right hand like an extension of my soul.
In truth, it was an extension of my soul.
Okay, maybe I do have an idea of what I just said.
The party was alive—colorful LEDs suspended like little galaxies overhead, soft shadows dancing over faces glistening with joy. There was something about this place, this night... it made everything look like art.
So, I brought the viewfinder to my eye again and let instinct guide me.
Click.
A group by the snack table—bokeh blur behind them, focus sharp on the way a girl's glittered acrylic nails hovered mid-air above a puff puff. Her laugh caught mid-curve. Natural. Unrehearsed. Candid.
Real.
Click.
The dance floor—bare feet, shifting hips, braids in motion. Dawn. The slow shutter caught light trails around them like fireflies made of sound.
Click.
A boy's silhouette against the bar light, drink raised, grin cocked sideways like he just heard the best joke in the world. His friend mid-laugh, neck thrown back, thirty twos— or maybe even twenty eight teeth shining like diamonds.
I lowered the camera for a second, let the screen blink to life, scrolling through what I'd just captured.
