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…

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…

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…

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…

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?…

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…

Dear woman, dear man..

There are ruthless ways your own words may have been translated. There are places you sing songs of war and some you whisper courage. Twice you may have been beaten down by fear, ignorance and love with hopes to come to terms with ever flowing chills. You may have seen you without the others, those…