1. I remember when we first locked legs; it was bliss. That day we sang loudest drowning the envious cries of get a room, that day I saw heaven in your eyes and resolved never to quit staring. 2. I remember that day you said you’d love to be my crown even for a night … Continue reading One Night Crown
I am the Church. You are the church the building is a church, we are a gathering of churches uniting in a church. I am the bride you are the bride we are a gathering of brides in a perfect union with our groom I am the head you are the head we are heads … Continue reading Holy Rant
My heart is heavy my hands can’t carry her she bleeds from cuts inflicted by hurt she wails, her tears thicker than rain her teeth clinch her tongue in the battle of words this heart is dark light is on a journey of uncertainty where shall I run to when my legs are tied with … Continue reading Hope At Last
I want to write a lot But I don’t know where to start. I want to say a lot But I can’t find the right words. But maybe if I start with a word then i will get a sentence, And furthermore get a paragraph Till I write a page, I guess And probably a … Continue reading The right words
The sound of silence surrounds me but the echo of my thoughts engulfs me My blinkers keep battering while iLie awake.. yet my emotions seem to be asleep with the rest of the world. Has my muse forsaken me? For all iFeel is the captivity of loss-for-words. So many thoughts and emotions to pen down … Continue reading Oh muse, where art thou?
These are four micro stories, written by me in an attempt to try out the fait diver format recently popularized by Teju Cole’s ‘Small fates’ Dorothy had imagined growing old and having children; children with high intellects and cute feet. She hated ugly feet. When the time came to choose though, it was either intellect … Continue reading A Bevy Of Words
The wind blew hard across the windows as she sat at her little table gazing at the empty screen. She had typed all the words that popped into her head and deleted them again because they made no sense. “Oh God, What’s happening to me?!” She screamed out in frustration. “Stop the pathetic moan please,” … Continue reading Silent battles
Mr. Shammah is talking. “Hellooo. Hellooo. Alright, silence everyone. The 3rd round is about to start. Silence… SAAAAIIIIILENCE!” The buzz of voices across the Hall reduces. Me and my teammates hold hands, bow our heads and say a short prayer. I see Tash smirking. Hmm. Let her smirk. This competition is just like ‘Who Wants … Continue reading Disliking Natasha Deverill (2).
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: – William Shakespeare (I hear his friends called him ‘Willy Shakes’) Reading through that oh-so-famous quote again, I have to try to re-infer Shakespeare’s meaning: was he talking about the transient nature of the human existence? Or was it really a … Continue reading Fib, Fibber, Fibbest.