Shally Alonge
AUTHOR, DIGITAL MARKETER, ENTREPRENEUR
A Master Storyteller
Shally Ashimi-Alonge
Shally Ashimi-Alonge grew up in Lagos, Nigeria. She sits at the intersection of storytelling and technology with her passion for writing, brand storytelling, digital marketing and tech-focused entrepreneurship.
Shally has over 9 years’ experience in marketing, developing strategic campaigns for multinational and local brands. She is an MBA graduate from IE Business School and has led award-winning marketing campaigns, and C-level pitches; organized local and regional events with a $404,000+ budget and 6K+ attendants. She currently works in a Fintech firm as a Brand and Partnership Lead across Africa.
Shally started writing at the age of 9. She was commissioned to write short stories for publications such as Premium Times, Naija Stories, Castle, Daily Post, and The Punch. 3L’s is her first compilation of stories and poetry. She writes on @poetshally and her blog.
By Shally Alonge
Love, Loss and Light
A Collection of Stories and Poems
Love, Loss and Light is a compilation of poetry about love, loss and figuring out how to move on (light).
It’s a journey from childhood to adulthood and shows some of the emotions we all face in life when we are growing.
It captures pain, confusion and happiness.
It’s a very personal and profound collection, one written with the hope to inspire and challenge everyone who reads it.
Insights and Articles
Love and Everything in Between
You are beautiful. Nkechi held my hair tight in two buns. My bum was on the floor as her hands wove through my thick hair while she inspected my face. I could see a glint of approval in her eyes like she had made lemons out of the lemonade that was synonymous with my...
January Don Finish!
It’s almost the end of January, and I am just getting to write my first Happy New Year to you. Better late than never, right? I think that word is a bad cop-out, but let it slide for today. ???? Before I tell you what’s on my mind for 2023, I will share a summary of...
Another Has Fallen
Last night, I couldn’t sleep My mind drew a picture of you My belly rumbles as I seat on the sofa you always seat and the doorbell rings I stand, sit and rise again Please Lord, no soldiers today It’s been a year of waiting Through winter nights...