Nambi sat at the bus stop waiting for her bus to arrive. She pulled out the tiny mirror that was gifted to her by her sister; she always carried in her purse now. She proceeded to looking at herself to see if there were any traces of African groundnut husks stuck in her teeth. She… Continue reading A Wallflower in the middle of a busy road.
The ego; one of the most dangerous weapon known to mankind. Don’t get me wrong, a little ego adds a bit of spice to the sauce but let’s get real; how much is too much spice in this case ego. Queen Beyonce did sing about this back in 2008 where she stated that “Some call… Continue reading The true self vs the ego.
He sat in the staff cafeteria with a blank look on his face; looking straight at the clock that hang on the wall above the tv. Louis had studied law and had big plans. He was the only one in his family that had gone to college and his mother was so proud of him.… Continue reading Louis, 29.
We look at old pictures When we were young and didn’t know any better With dreams the size of the world and an active imagination to match We could have done anything back then We could have taken over the world With hope in our eyes and a life to live Wishing upon falling stars… Continue reading Old Pictures
As a child we all used to think the moon was following us as we looked out the car window on the drive back home from one of mummy’s ‘boring wedding receptions‘ that she got invited to and forced us to tag along because there was no one to watch us at home. Not only… Continue reading The moon after the wedding reception.
Lately my words don’t come easy There seems to be a war in my mind And my words have been kept as prisoners, They are locked up in dungeons and chained to cold floors Starved and raped by rubbish TV reality shows Stripped of their creativity and forced to wear netted tights and stripper heels… Continue reading Words aka Writer’s Block
It’s been almost two years since I decided to go natural. It was the month of October 2012 when I took the leap of faith and went to the barber shop with a friend of mine and cut all my hair off. I was left with about two inches of hair on my head. When… Continue reading My big chop
3am in New York She laid awake in the dark Listening to Mariah Carey and Miguel’s beautiful She stared at her hand in the dark Wondering if it was really hers or that of a night creator She wiggled her fingers just to be sure She smiled at her silliness She still laid in the… Continue reading 3am Slow jams
As a child I remember always playing with my mother’s stuff. I remember always wearing her shoes and drawing her lipstick allover my face. I remember wearing her bags as my own and pretend to be a grown up rushing to work or to a dinner party. I am sure every mortal or immortal being… Continue reading Growing up
As she stood by her bedroom window watching her estranged husband of 25 years flirt with one of their young house keepers in their backyard, Elizabeth wondered why she had married him in the first place. Then she remembered how he moved her, only 20 years of age. She was a young aspiring writer and… Continue reading Lifestyle of the rich and famous