I have abandoned the many homes familiar to me since the beginning of this year. My writing, bits of myself, and majorly the place I live. The last quarter of 2022 if we are really really chewing the honest bone to get to the marrow. I would be in the place I call my house for…
Category: Love
Potate
Like most people, I enjoy eating potatoes in the variant of ways humans have learn to present them as. On this subject, we are united unlike the divide chapati or avocado cause. The combination of the two, I should let you know, is an affair every mouth needs an experience of. As a child, the…
Solemate
The PenetrationYou are tall and handsome and tall. The frame of your body seems to be cutting through the rows and rows of plantations. Your hair dancing wildly in the wind. You are not wearing your usual hat, the one you wear when you don’t want the rest of the world to see you as…
The B-word
We are not talking. Correction: We are not talking to each other. I am talking to people other than you. You are speaking to others who are not me. On the night I tried to offer a reconciliation, the next morning Muslims were meant to wake in the wee hours to have their debut wali…
Silence
You will give them timeYou will go through the motionsSitting, standing, laying down altogetherWhen the knees are in agreement,You will fold your legs, tucking them under each other You will wait.And again.As the humans around you can’t master the concept of time When the quiet deafens your beingYou will send subtle signs, let’s call them…
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…
This Instant!
The first time it happened, I was a love-struck high school girl, focused not on my Chemistry equations but the chemistry of emotions. After the holidays, I would spend the first two weeks fantasizing, narrating and dreaming about the boys I engaged. And most importantly, those who engaged me. Like most of my schoolmates, my…
Dry Wells
I am an eavesdropper. I don’t stand ears perched on doors or windows to listen to conversations. Neither do I exert my concentration on people’s business to get the drift of what they are up to. More often than not, and if this was a breach of privacy in an ongoing court case, I would…