You wanted to be a dancer when your innocence was untainted. You choreographed Michael Jackson’s Jam song with your siblings…
‘Is this not how the white women on TV act when they are angry?’ I asked you. ‘They throw glass things around at their husbands. You were lucky that I didn’t choose to welcome you with a knife or a gun. I wanted a son with your beautiful nose and eyes or else it would have been bullets instead of glass plates.’
You creep up on me like a shadow Slouching sideways, color as dark as a starless night; You are my worst nightmare come to life A creature in thought Fleshed out with every choice I made, My own Frankenstein drooling Maliciously over my drawn out dreams; I made you and yet you disobey me I … Continue reading Imagined Reality
Hi, my name is Frank and I’m gay. I know it sounds terribly weird introducing myself this way but I have come to the realization that the more I say it, the better my chances of accepting it. I have always been gay. In fact, I recently found out that I might have been born … Continue reading One of Us
When girls my age were outside baking mud pies in the sand and playing ‘husband and wife’ with the boys next door, I was in my room, huddling under the blanket with a Mills & Boons novel in my hands. To say that I loved reading M &B’s would be an understatement; I was obsessed … Continue reading Waiting to be Kissed.
Hadiza was recovering from her crying bout with shuddering sighs when a voice boomed in her ear.
‘Get out of the bus!’
She turned to look behind her so fast that her head spun. What was she thinking? She thought to herself.
She was in the back seat for heaven’s sake. She turned to look front when she heard the same voice again.
‘The bus…get out of the bus!’
Our eyes meet across the room
Lock and probe,
Probe and take;
I feel as though you have let me down in such a huge way that I can never come back to you again. It took me a while to trust you and even a longer time to believe that you weren’t trying to fuck me up. I did all the things they said you wanted … Continue reading Dear God…
I believe that underneath every surface of good lies a shimmering of potential for evil that shows up as hitches in an otherwise beautiful relationship So what made me kill Ibe? It was nothing really when you look at it with that world weary perspective many people are want to look at things these days … Continue reading Bloodied hands (3)
‘You killed your own baby, you liar! Even as he said the words to her, he knew that he had made a terrible mistake. The look on her face had him flinching on the inside but he refused to budge. ‘You told me you had a missed abortion, what the hell is that’? ‘You never … Continue reading Kill me with your words
Angel wings form beneath me,
Spreading rapidly, spreading wide,
On either side;
I feel faint; I feel I can fly,
With these wings that sprout out of my body:
I say that I am beautiful, You say that I am not; You tell me what I am, I’d rather tell you what I am not. Without many words you make me feel dorky, flicking through your glossy insides makes me feel it is a crime to be. You’re before my eyes When I want … Continue reading Definition of me…
Come lunch time and I was still struggling to compile staff performance reports when he walked into my office without knocking. ‘Lunch? He asked, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his single buttoned pant suit. I was dumbfounded. Why didn’t he just pull out a club from those pants, hit me over the head and … Continue reading Bloodied hands (2)
I have always wondered what it would be like to have blood on my hands. I don’t have to wonder anymore; now I know. There is so much blood on my hands that when I walk to the market place I hide my hands in a pair of black gloves because I am afraid that … Continue reading Bloodied hands…
I DON’T I was only eight years old when I told my mother I didn’t want to get married. Her reaction is quite hard to forget considering the fact that I still have a scar to remind me. She calmly went outside, plucked a whip from the tree in front of our home and gave … Continue reading I Don’t!