As a Writer, I would make an excellent Spy. I live for characters just as spies live for code names. Let me tell you something about Azure or maybe let’s call him 44. He says I live life safe. I live by a list of don’ts and not for the sake of curiosity. We share … More Moonlight Conversations
He said, “If I ever run out time, know that you’re like coffee…” I smiled at this, but he shook his head, he believes I read too much into him. I never listen, but he does not know this. You are like coffee…sometimes I want you dark so you can dim the lights within me. … More If I ever run out of time
I was scrolling through my reader yesterday when I came across a post on BW Reviews and I could relate to everything written therein, and it prompted me to keep the conversation going. Here’s a list of some outrageous ( even though when I do them, they are classified as quite normal) things I’ve done for … More Outrageous things I’ve done for the love of Books!
I killed my first tree when I was in class three. My parents were secondary school teachers. My father taught Biology and Agriculture but his love shone more in football because the first thing he ever taught me was neither Biology nor Agriculture but the reason why a football team had eleven players. My mother … More Killing Trees: A short story
We know something, you and I, Yes, not him, not her, not them, you and I. We feel it in our bones, like the rattling of an old soul come to life. We feel it in our touch, like the sun kissing the soil, after the rains have blessed it. It’s like an awakening, Like … More Sunshine
It’s my favorite day of the week and my working hours have come to an end. So, I am celebrating it by drinking some tea as I contemplate the tasks that await me tomorrow. I am listening to Hozier’s Nina Cried Power as I write this and take small sips of tea, waiting for the … More Updates on the Writing Life
You’ve got that African Sauce, It oozes in your smile, smile, touch…and it fills the air in your walk, Each footstep a reminder of ancestors, Nations, souls, dreams and all that sauce… It’s tough out here Prince, For the crown you wear is unseen, So you drown in pop, You consume a tongue that’s not … More African Sauce