She walks out of the huge, white house and moves towards the back of the building, calling out the dog’s name. It was given to her as a birthday present by her uncle, a few weeks ago. Now, the air is thick and humid like the day she lost everything, save her sanity. The sun … Continue reading Cold Wet Things
Daughter, You will be fifteen. You will meet a guy. He might be eighteen, he might be twenty eight. He will tell you he loves you. You will know he is lying. You will smell the false in his breath; you will see it in his eyes. But you will bend over and pick his … Continue reading (un)wanted Child.
Good mothers protect their children from danger. They know, just know when anything evil would happen to their child. Then they pray about it, they don’t just rely on the subtlety of the hands of fate. In tears and anger, they fight. They stop whatever evil is about to befall their child. How then didn’t … Continue reading Wounded. 1
These are late words. But you must know, my friend. It’s better late than never at all. I looked at you today, and I saw a hidden beauty. Hidden, because it’s clearly visible to all but you. I saw the little girl you try so much to hide. Why would you tear yourself apart? Why … Continue reading For Kendra.
I wonder a lot who’s really evil, men or women? It seems to that women take advantage of their so-called fragility and their position as the weaker sex to do their evil. Some girls are intentionally annoying, pushing men to the edge and when these men finally go over the edge everyone blames the man. … Continue reading Slap me now b*tch.
There’s something about this country that tends to piss other people off. My parents like to call it jealousy, but you see, I believe in calling a spade a spade. If there’s one thing I truly dislike, it’s when people just try to make themselves feel better for no reasonable reason. I had never been … Continue reading Half Nigerian, Unfortunately
I was raised with…questions. Questions either left unanswered or answered too casually, suspiciously casually. My name, Taye. I never questioned that until I was three and I realised that every other Taye I knew had a Kehinde. And so my ever curious mind asked my mother “where’s my Kehinde?” For a second, she looked shocked, … Continue reading The Lost Half
Just for a second Oh how I long to press my bare feet against the soil that is mine How I long to raise my face in the air, feel the burn of the sun and laugh with the joy of the moment How I wish to press my hands against the walls of … Continue reading Memories of a Time Gone
Ok. I’m going to tell you a secret. I think I’m in love. Yeah I know it’s a little crazy but I think I am. Not like butterflies in my tummy, my heart beating faster, loss of words kinda love. No, but the real thing. The actual, I want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with-you type love. So I’ve not seen … Continue reading Musings of a (maybe) lovestruck Girl. Help!
I used to think that an evil foreboding shrouded days in which any tragedy was to occur; maybe lightning at the crack of dawn, or the downpour of rain that hinted at the anger of the heavenly beings. Or at the very least a ghastly dream from my mother, that would leave her drenched in … Continue reading Did Uwo Die for this?
“Kevin, my life is over!” Tana cried out, climbing out of the bright yellow taxi. Kevin hurried out, holding his phone. “Tana, what’s wrong? Please compose yourself. The helps are watching”. He said steering her into the large house with a hand placed on her lower back. “Kevin! My life is over” she repeated as … Continue reading Justified-Part 2
‘’Tunde, how can you be so cruel?” Tana asked, tears flooding her already damp eyes. She looked to the kind, compassionate man she’d chosen to spend the rest of her life with but in his place was… a monster. “Don’t you give me those fake tears” he replied harshly, his gaze meeting that of … Continue reading Justified – Part 1
My imperfection looks me in the face daily. I’m OK. Maybe good. Not good enough. I try as hard as humanly possible To cross that line between good and very good; Very good and excellent. It seems to elude me Each time I get close enough, Close enough to feel it, touch it, taste it, … Continue reading Battling Against Myself.
They say a love like ours is impossible in this world They say it’ll never work If so, then we’ll make a new world for ourselves A world of flying pigs and frozen sun A world of scorched ice and dripping powder A world of bleeding moon and purple stars A world floating stones and … Continue reading Just For Us…
Foreign. Strange. Is all I am to you. Do we not breathe the same air? Does not blood pump in your veins as in mine? Don’t the same streams of salty tears flow from our eyes? Yet you choose to look down on me, and my ways You close off your hearts and your doors … Continue reading My letter to Ghanaians