I used to watch the Oscars and imagine myself standing on a well-lit stage receiving the coveted golden statue. “And the academy award goes to…Chika Aluka.” The crowd erupts in wild applause. The fantasy was mostly about the desire to wear a sparkling gown, glamorous makeup. What I truly coveted was a life that from outside seemed charmed and filled with adoring fans — that dream was not about actually getting in front of people or a camera and saying lines. The idea of making myself vulnerable in front of an audience made me cringe. No, correction, makes me cringe. So what better to get over that than taking up…
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