One pile twice in a time

We don’t like being outnumbered in groups or without. We hate to swallow our words in order to spitefully triumph over side talks and bottled lips. Today, like every other day you’d wake up and forget to pray, you’ll rush your feet to a place you feel accepted and perhaps wanted under pressure, hours will…

A company of idleness

Can we talk about the devil’s workshop? In my case it’s not so devilish but still being idle can’t really describe the feelings that pop up every now and then. Some days I wait for my phone to ring, for a staff in the care agency I had worked for back in Brighton to call…

Stained Teeth

It’s been pretty warm this October. I mean what can warm you up more than love felt everyday, felt before and after you’ve touched your loved ones. Nothing beats it for me unless you hand me a small box of Aldi cakes that I still crave some nights under my home-stinking blanket. I surprised our…

Last calls before home

The last seven years of my dear life I’ve spent moving, from home to an old city then to a reformed city and now waiting to run back to where it all began, home. I’ve moved from gain to gain, from love to pain to more love in all. It all seems like there is…

The way I touch my body

…and most books I had picked from that gallery described women as sexual beings as nothing else but idols. I insulted my thoughts for buying into the idea that it could be, I withdrew from reading such naive praises. Let me teach you the ways I arouse myself. The ways I’m locked in, soaking my…

Mourning the souls of the past

Quietness brings your head and heart to one place. It allows you listen to the noise in your head, replaying memories you’ve chosen to leave behind.  It’s not a form of self-worship, it is a state for atonement and gathering. Every detail in life matters, no matter how little. Call it luck, chances, mistakes or…

We are home-made

  Picture gotten from- Pinterest When we were born, we weren’t told of sisters. We had cracked lips that were dried by the christmas’ harmattans. If asked about fear we pointed at masquerades, sometimes, at our parents but never ourselves. We were used to being indoors, settling our inner fights with communion. You’d barely hear us…

..a little too much

It was a graceful Tuesday yesterday. I had woken up to resume packing for home at mid-day before heading out to shoot a tourist vlog. I scrolled through my Whats-app, noticing the notification on the call button. Dad had called earlier. I rang him back to talk to him about my day as usual and…

Rivalry- a poem of taste

Picture gotten from- Pinterest Have you consoled your embroidery? your interwoven sleeves carved from healing smites? Mother of souls. Mother of colds with cursed sores. You remind me of moon tales, skipping bad omens for good fortune.   Oh buttercup! Save these little fingers for one itch. Bring men that think like goldsmiths, black and beaten,…

The perfect kind of lie

Picture gotten from- AJGIEL It’s not the same old. It’s not the differences in passing time either. It’s the new ways I’ve learned to listen, hold hands, rejoice and share. I’m a bit swollen from it all. My head yearns for more. The drive pushes me every morning to be productive, to not call it a…

Frightening the challenges that come with tomorrow

For Millennials-   Picture gotten from-Camilleabrown We will all grow to a point where we learn not to lie against ourselves, where we will all outgrow our humble beginnings. We will reach a point of satiety in our lives one way or the other, where we fear less about what we used to hesitate to…

Clingy girl problems: 5 main problems

Picture gotten from-Pinterest Clingy girls often wonder how girls that spend weeks and months away from their men survive. Other times they question why some girls that claim to be in love are so attached to privacy. How these other girls don’t talk about their men to their friends or even family, they ponder on…