“When Words Fail You” was supposed to be a one-off but I am trying to see if I can write anything longer than a short story… Here’s chapter 2.
The loud voices coming from the living room stirred me; I had been sleeping peacefully. I swung my feet down from the bed and walked towards the voices. Pushing aside the curtains at the end of the corridor, I peeped in to see my mum in what seemed like an argument with a man seated … Continue reading Too Late
She was just been openly jilted by her boyfriend. After their dinner, he told her that he had fallen in love with someone else, a more beautiful lady than herself. They had been inside a restaurant and in front of everyone, she threw a glass of water at him and walked out of the restaurant. … Continue reading The Last Dance
JUST A PHONE CALL You may always have me to miss And we may never always kiss But it will always be okay Cos I’m just a phone call away All you got to do is dial And hold on a short while So you can get a connection And we can start our conversation … Continue reading Just A Phone Call
It’s classified. Men are bastards. Dunni just called me. Apparently, Queen Bitch is in town. Yes, Nasir’s girlfriend came in from London yesterday AND she’s going to be in town for a little over a week. Last night, he took her to freaking DC Coast, you know, that expensive joint downtown where they have the … Continue reading Irreplaceable (…chapter 1, tart series)
I knew I was going to die. I was hanging with my life but I did not want to die. No one just wants to die like that (and in the manner I found myself. A painful death.) I had to save myself from death, somehow, the way, I did not know. I was dying, … Continue reading Murder On The Line(2)
The large pendulum clock inside the bank manager’s office struck 11:00am – eleven ominous strokes of doom. Standing in front of the huge reinforced-metal bank safe was the bank manager himself, his brows beaded with perspiration, and his fingers trembling as he tried to open the safe’s combination lock system. The manager’s fingers were trembling … Continue reading Best Laid Plans
Come stroll a calabash with me… Come stroll a calabash with me Come stroll a calabash with me Come stroll a calabash with me A calabash with me, a calabash with me ——- Here I am in my shimi Come stroll a calabash with me ——- Knowing not what the future be Come stroll a … Continue reading Come stroll a calabash with me…/Man with amulet
I always knew I am beautiful. From the time I was three, I had been turning heads. If there was ever an impromptu beauty pageant at a birthday party, I was picked to wear the crown. There was no contest; that was how good I looked. Everybody kind of expected me to turn as I … Continue reading How Many Frogs Shall A Princess Kiss?
It beats so hard That on the mirror The shapes arrange The consciousness Trying to please Please so hard You forget who you are Becoming what you are now, What they want- No! The effort, the strain Yet no results When? She calls to me… Please forgive me if I’ve done you wrong You’ve done … Continue reading Efforts Of The Helpless
Your several denials Have bred pain in my inside So I say to my mouth “She deserves no space near my mind” Cast her out in the open With the regalia of roaming loons Then your thought wouldn’t adorn her For her beauty will lack a beholding eye I try with much bravery To accept … Continue reading One Last Thought
How slow time passes by when you are in pain. I guess its life’s own subtle way of mockery. I’ve been sitting here in front of my laptop all day trying to come to term that you could leave without saying goodbye. I have been sitting here from dawn till dusk poring over your face book … Continue reading Poke Me
I try to hold you. All I have is the clasp of the wind. I long for the weave of our lips sucking out the breath of our lungs. Standing in the lonely space barren with living bodies. I yearn that our spirit comes interlocked. Beyond the swap of our saliva in a sensual mood, … Continue reading The Long Corridor
A weak vessel of exhumed beauty ——– A fly girl with borrowed hair of the finest quality, yet an abode of stench spends insulted money ——— A petite gamine with a voice of dominance her commanding presences often exaggerated and her breath anathematized ——— Her body, a history of men A tall dwarf with tender … Continue reading A Wife Of A Priest/two Birds…
Green as ever, My memories of you Light shining brighter My love for you Betrayals from you Forgotten in a moment Still, the fight Not to let you see Me continues. Clock ticking Showing how long I’ve been here Blazing ever will my soul for you Yet you ask why I’m this near you It … Continue reading Unrequinted love-my zeal, my failure