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…

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…

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…

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…

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?…

Happy women’s Day

Picture gotten from-Figurative art To be here, to join hands and to murmur what it’s like to feel this way. To feel like a woman that I didn’t choose to be but of the nature that chose me. Here is to all the days and all the nights I stay with me, with womanhood thinking…

Reaching

I may write for you. I may write for parts of you that were whole when you held on to the slips. Picture gotten from-Academichustler1975 I could ask when last you saw green, the colour, the scent, the pure green. When? I may choose to go on and rant about the look in your eyes…

What ‘they’ won’t tell you about failure.

Picture gotten from-Bounceback First of all, everyone preaches these days about success without addressing the odds of what’s likely to happen if it isn’t attained. Most times, people that fail to talk about failure have been winning their whole life and other times the rest are those that hide their failures or just don’t talk…