Colours

The colours presented to the world are not the same ones you paint in solitude. – ResH The words flow, swiftly like in a river in your head until it is time to put them down. You find yourself staring at blank pages, tilting your head to a higher level to inspire motivation. You form…

Hold

It is late evening. The sun has done its business of setting. The skies have borrowed the glow. In the horizon, an orange paste is spread. Those fond of views, will have it captured and it will appear on their social media platforms like paintings. The kind done by seasoned artists. Every stroke a symbol…

Beach Buoy

A beach boy, according to yourdictionary.com, is a young male who frequently goes to the beach, especially in sunny climates. You have been craving the beach. The last time your feet stepped on the coarse feel of the sand attracting tourists was more than 2 years before. Money has been the secondary excuse for this…

Wanted

Of the things that irk me, being referred to as a millennial appears up above the list. It is next to men who have no business calling me pet names using terms like baby, honey or ksskss-ing me like an animal. Worse are those who call their mothers madhe but decide I am their “mummy”….

Up for Grabs

I feel cold. My hands are either incapable or have caught an attitude and refuse to layer the covers over my body to get warm. My head is placed on a pillow, the only soft landing my body is experiencing. My legs are folded at the knees with arms wrapping them like precious candy. There…

Among.

I used to be the kind of girl to judge. There was always the sense of entitlement bubbling in me. By any standards, I was more into the practice of religion than they were. They ripped their hijab off too often. They flaunted their presence at parties. They captioned alcoholic beverages in grandeur. They wore…

Drifter

In March, I did something for myself that I have been eyeing since last year. I cannot remember the exact point I got to know of it but when I met someone who was part of the group, my resolve to become part was strengthened. I researched, I asked questions, I made a mental note…

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…