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…

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…

Daddy issues

Picture gotten from-Pinterest There are three main things self-reflection may teach a patient mind: self-discipline, acceptance/openness and self-control. There are many ways people may choose to reflect which may either be loud or to the heart. We are greater than the things we say for ourselves. We restrict our abilities to only what our eyes…

Sedative sentiments

Picture gotten from-Jannaleadams Let’s awaken the grieve of Joy, the little laughs with babies, foe and your toy. We can be generous with words, writing with rhymes against all odds.   Here’s my token of wealth, here’s love, happiness and my skin the way it’s felt. Could I wander in your tones of delight? your…

As a black girl, living in Brighton, England

Picture gotten from-Proud Brighton A lot of black people I’ve been privileged to converse with are skeptical about having to move to or study in Brighton. The popular buzz of Brighton being known as a major gay city also tends to affirm their dislike for this beautiful town. I moved to Brighton September 2014 with…

For millennials: 21

  Journaling There is no warmth in waiting for the right time. The patience will sting harder than the truth you believe about holding on. Misery becomes more appealing. “may you be defined by your boldness in running through dry and dark cracks.” I’d get into the bus sometimes, most times with my headphones banging…

Self-betrayal for my art

05:09am Picture painted by Abasido I’ve held grudges for mid-nights that refused to give me the right words, for ecstatic memories I needed to feel at times like this. Here’s how people who applaud the cracks and loopholes in my craft talk to me. Did you hear them? Did you see what I wrote about them?…

Budapest, Hungary- Four days tour.

Full video coming soon… …and after fiver years I gathered courage and made time which turned out to be the best since the year started to go visit my secondary school mates and simultaneously tour as well. I hope you enjoy this short clip. Full video coming soon 🙂 Leave your questions in the comment…

On ageing

In my thoughts, in my head, in my journal. Here.   Win your battle before you come home to mine. Don’t remind me the trails of footsteps I face everyday. It’s not enough to live young, wild and free because I know of places that don’t bring me such experiences. Hold onto the existence, let…

Oh sweet mama!

For those who harbour a special kind of love in their hearts, I believe you all can relate to the chills your mum/mummy/mama gives you. For those who have lost theirs to this cruel world, I believe you all too can feel yours even more than I do. Every mum is a blessing, a celebration…

A poem for self- millennial poetry

Remind me who takes it all at last, the cries, the shame, worries and joys in the past. These ones never heard of you, the whole, priceless yet worthy of a true. LOVE ME ALL THE TIME. I didn’t need you when I needed to pray, to wear my make-up, spray and slay. Who left…

The magic in ‘first times’

I had an Asian friend who I had known for over a year leave me a goodbye note. On it, part of what she had written said “..it’s been a really great pleasure to have met you, my very first Negro friend”. To be totally honest with you, I had a rush of mixed feelings…