My Afroblogger Curating Experience

Happy Humpday, Erbody!

I don’t know about you, but this week has just flown by! I’m am heading back to work next week so maybe that’s why🤔

Today, I’m sharing yet another Twitter fun thing I did. I’m starting to develop a pattern, don’t you think?😉

I’m sure I’ve told you about Afroblogger before. I normally participate in their Wednesday Poetry evenings. If you missed it before, I talk about it here.

This time, my partnership with them was a bit different. Every Sunday, Afrobloggers allows one of its followers to take over their account for the day. I had to be part of this and because sometimes you have to go get what you want, I asked and it was given to me!

For me #SundayTakeover was an opportunity to meet other bloggers, find some inspiring blogs and also gain some followers and I was not dissappointed!

Africa is bursting with writers that are very keen to learn and grow in the industry. It was good to debate and give each other some tips on how to improve! Also, by virtue of being chosen for the #SundayTakeover you already have credibility which was great for the ego😉

So, as I always do! I put together some tweets from the day so you can see what we got talking about! The Afroblogger tweets are me. Check it out👇

Feel free to follow me on Twitter or here if you like! Thank you so much for visiting! Have a beautiful day!

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