Monster Under My Bed

The duvet drapes on the three sides of the bed; the two sides which girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands, wives fight over and the front end, where your legs spend their nights. It is 12:50am thereabout. Lately, I have accustomed self to sleeping late into the night. Not because it is something I ideally love, but weakness…

Coming Out

The truth strips. The righteous try to cover the nakedness with labels of It will set you free but the truth of the matter, is it leaves you bare. It unravels layer after layer leaving you out in the open; exposed. If our government was the type to be dissolved fully and a new one…

The Vagina Workshop

Women are their own worst enemies. Human beings have consistently let it known women cannot coexist in harmony. If they do, it is seen as an ulterior motive to something sinister. A pretentious step to a bigger plan. No one speaks of the beautiful things happening when women come together. We somehow always choose the…

David.

David. There is power in the name. A comfort for the weak. A velvety solace for those battling a giant or other in their lives. It is here where those who speak anchored on pulpits, open their big books, almost always black to preach the word, good news, to the faithful. David battled a giant….

Artgasm.

I wanted to write. The time after watching Softie because I was so heartbroken for this country and for Boniface Mwangi who I want to give a long hard hug. The times when I was bored out of my wits. I wanted to write when I felt I was abandoning this blog, when I should…

Scorch the Earth

In preparation for your first time, you will shower and reshower in an attempt to wash off all the traces of sweat and any hint of odour from your skin. That morning, special care and attention will be served to the underarms. You will stand under the shower head begging the tiny jets of water…

Not Yours.

When a boy likes a girl or a girl likes a boy, must it be reciprocated? How do you deal with friends who transform into suitors?

A Recipe

In the beginning, they told us to stay home. Since it was a fraidy time, we obeyed. We washed our hands neurotically and put off visits to friends and families. The pessimistic of us shopped until they dropped. They wore masks way ahead before it was law. We were watching their actions criticising their actions…

The Dance of Dawn

I am not a big fan of poetry. At some point, I hated poetry so much I would want to completely skip the Oral Literature part in the high school exams. I enjoyed bits and pieces of the lessons but for the most part, I would rather be listening to the boring intonations as we…

In the Oven

In the movies, at least the ones I have watched, the girl wakes up one morning and runs outside (this is for the drama effect because they are Nollywood creations competing for the market with Bollywood directors who believe repetitive soundtracks leave more impression than actions) to vomit. A mother, they are instilled with instinct…