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The Potter and His Claire.

Getting into the university was surreal. It felt wonderful. I had broken the barriers of home and was getting to discover the real me. The ‘me’ that was unencumbered with feelings of duty towards family and society. Though I cherised my freedom, I was plagued by male attention. Left, right and centre. I was the smart one. I had read enough of novels and magazines, and I knew what they really wanted. They played according to the books and seemed determined to get past my underwear.

I focused on the ‘potter’. The potter loved me and was adept at making me into a wonder. I liked who I was with him. I liked the shape he was making me into. I was so caught in the moulding process that, during my confirmation, I chose the name CLAIRE. I loved the definition. Clear. Pure. Bright. Strange but beautiful. I wanted to be described by it. The name gave me a sense of pride.

Then life happened.

Secrets about myself surfaced. People dear to me left the earth. I lost focus, purpose and worst of all, myself. I could no longer define what I stood for. In my confusion, I threw caution to the wind. I made terrible mistakes. Mistakes that affected my life tremendously. These mistakes injured me and, on healing, formed scars. Reminders.

I lost my purity. I lost my light. I allowed myself get deceived and corrupted. I could no longer be called CLAIRE, a name that had been my definition, and I started to hide.

When I got tired of hiding, I resurfaced, bearing another name. The potter saw how desperately I wanted my name back. It wasn’t just a name. It was a definition. And embodiment of all I wanted to stand for. A purpose.

He picked me up and re-moulded me. I was made into a vessel that was better than I imagined. And this time, the ‘potter’ never stopped watching his ‘Claire’.


Guys this story was sent to me by one of our dearest young blog readers. She wrote it for #TheWInkChallenge. She would love to know what you think about it, so please leave your thoughts in the comment section. 

More importantly, she's appealing to you to visit , like the story and comment your thoughts via the FB column, and then share to those you know.

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  1. I wanna hear your thoughts about it. What brand of literature is it?

  2. Nice story. lemme add my two cents

    In the third paragraph, I feel you could make a compelling read if you described what exactly happened rather than the vague description of 'life.'

    In your penultimate paragraph, you mentioned that the potter was responsible for your return to glory. I think it would be better convincing if you said something like 'still in my hibernating stage, I was convinced life was meant to be more than this .......' (remember you have already said that you liked what the potter was making of you in the second paragraph. You need to show that losing your purity, light and whatever you relapsed into couldn't give you a level of satisfaction you had with the potter.

    all the best. Cheers

  3. Thanks Chrisyinks. You always give sound advice and suggestions as usual. Your corrections are noted. I'll put them into use in my subsequent writeups. Thanks again for reading.

    1. You are welcome, always welcome. Thank you for the compliment. Glad I could be of assistance. The pleasure of reading was all mine.


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