Forgiven: Nuru

Our people say that you should not curse the land you walk upon. They are right. They are wrong. They have no say on where you step on, but I heard about her. For every time I blink, I imagine what she would look like, her laughter, her touch, her hair…her teeth, her footsteps. When … More Forgiven: Nuru

Forgiven: Baraka

Our people utter proverbs when the truth is heavy on their tongues. How easy it is to roll out lies, like someone casting groundnuts into their mouth, one goes in, then another, and another…and in between pauses, words are uttered, but no breath taken. These people could turn into ashes and I would walk over … More Forgiven: Baraka

Forgiven: Salama

Our people say that whatever weighs you down is what you hold on. They have been through many seasons, our people, but still their words have never moved their sons and daughters into living. For how could they have known that war, deceit, time and self would build a bridge so vast that even their … More Forgiven: Salama


“What would you do if I die? I wonder…like would you tell everyone you and I were close? What would you say if they asked ‘how close?’…I hate this…” I look at everything in the room but you. You have been here for two days, red watery eyes, blocked nose, a pounding headache, a certain … More Confessions


You caught my eye, I know I was looking for something vibrant; a red rose, a pink one, or maybe just a snapshot of enough coffee to make my day. But then I scrolled down and you caught my eye…not as subtle as it felt, but more like a full grasp, like “hey you!” So … More Vision

In the Quiet

My biggest mistake is my inability to keep my innermost thoughts to myself. Sometimes, it is adding one spoon of sugar to my coffee instead of just sticking to two spoons. So when I told Grumpy, “I like it when you don’t talk to me,” it was meant to fizzle out in the thick air … More In the Quiet