When I was eleven years old, I choked on a fish bone. My mum used to make iced-fish stew for dinner every Sunday then, and my favorite part of the fish was the head. Only God in heaven knows why l liked it – I certainly don’t remember – but after that episode with the … Continue reading The Fish Sword
I know you guys are shaking your head in disapproval, but be open minded when you read before you crucify them, lol! You know I love my characters! Enjoy! ________ Jamal Mujahid was having an affair. His marriage was on the rocks and had been for a long time. He was ashamed to admit it … Continue reading The Northern Prince Part 4
The knife I so thoroughly dug into the woodThe steel blade through which my hurt flowedThe wooden table wouldn’t take the painIt split its skin like frayed hay, soaked in waterI fought to act out how you tore my spirit Maybe in that I’d find escape With your fingers, your hands, your abilityYou laid hands … Continue reading May Fire Burn Them
CONVERSATIONS IN MY HEAD. PART 1 on the way home from work Just woke up this morning with a scowl on my face. Yesterday one of my housemates had pissed me off and, trust me, I flipped a piss. I got her real mad; she could not speak let alone eat her dinner.Again this morning, … Continue reading Conversations In My Head
Jerry sat in the darkness behind the lit-up stage and surveyed the audience. It was mostly made up of young boys and girls. Just the right age, he thought, letting his thoughts drift. The coordinator of the programme was standing in the stage’s limelight, microphone in hand, trying to get the evening’s show afoot; the … Continue reading The Evening Programme
This is welcoming me back from a long hiatus; it was necessary, and yes, I missed you too!! The Fairy God Father says I’m a dreamer. He says that I’ve always loved to dream; from the feasible to the obviously impossible, this princess will dream! He also says that I’m a fighter, meaning that no … Continue reading Chronicles Of The Fairy Godsister – I Have A Dream!
School days, secondary school days or high school days were so very interesting. Being in a school that is associated with the Navy was interesting also. At first, it was all new to me but I got accustomed to it later on. I began secondary school as a day student, and then I was a … Continue reading Ollymoore.
NOT ME My heart cries out for time But the world calls me lazy I tray that I know from prime Yet they say I’m truly crazy I know what I want but none Yet I’m said to be blind Why do men hate uncommon men? I was created to be in line I know … Continue reading Motivating Life
Her earrings glistened silver in the moonlight, though they were made of a mixture of silver and gold; she was beautiful and her eyes gleamed with intelligence. She was dressed in a knee length scarlet red dress that belied her calm looks. She entered the club carrying a black clutch purse and stiletto heels. All … Continue reading The dark house
I remember clearly the first time I saw Mopelola, or should I say met, or . . . discovered? I don’t know but all I know is that that was the first time I laid eyes on Mopelola. As the third daughter of a struggling overworked mother who had five other daughters and a father … Continue reading Mopelola
I was half way across the expansive living room when my cell phone rang. Without breaking my stride, I removed it ,glanced at the strange number, but still depressed a key and brought it to my temple. ‘Asalama alaikum.’ I invoked peace on my caller. “Kankura, I must speak with you immediately.” Colonel Musa Shiekh! … Continue reading The Brutus Syndrome
It was the most frightful night I ever had. It seemed the forces of darkness conspired to teach me the realities of metaphysics, so they placed a black blanket over the earth shutting the watchful eyes of God. As I think back, my mind is replete with images of scared demons scampering from mortal men … Continue reading That Night
My names are Trajan Amandladela. Yes, that same Trajan Amandladela. Depending on what era you are from, I am many things, many good things but then again many bad things and yet again many things in between. I was there at the beginning and despite the fact that I have become too, a myth, nay, … Continue reading A Chastened Silence
A little girl with an innocent heartwaiting by the door all day longWhen is mummy going to come home?Isn’t it past my story and bed time?Wouldn’t I even brush my teethor get a good night kiss from herHow can I ever understand. Why is daddy looking like that?he only does that when my tummy hurtsand … Continue reading How can I ever understand
Test the waters, test the roadsLet it go, leave it aloneThat which belongs will holdThat which is not will be blown Love is love if it staysThough the heart may linger stayingLife must go on nothing swayedEven when in heart life is praying Let it move throw it awayMany days will roll but waitLet men … Continue reading Let It Go