They told me that sex is a currency You do not give it up until they put a ring on it. They erected a pedestal and crowned it with virginity Every guy wants to marry a virgin, they said They cemented it with fear because pregnancy is the worst thing that could happen to you… Continue reading Sex is a Currency
Dear, Crush Every time I see you, my heart gets claustrophobic It beats so fast my heartbeat sounds like your last name which is to say I want your last name It opens doors and the chaos flood in An adrenaline-like neurotransmitter called norepinephrine is released which is to say my palms are sweaty and… Continue reading Dear Crush!
Poetry is a woman whose palette has been seasoned by pain and bitterness and I indulge her every time she comes calling. Our love affair is everything unconventional. She doesn’t call every time I don’t just to say goodnight. In fact, she doesn’t miss me. But when the rhymes and rhythms are stripped, we are… Continue reading Re-Runs (Second Chances)
It is strange that when I hear the word outcast, I remember Kamau, the boy who sat behind me in class three; the boy whose name might have as well been spelled thus because everything about him was. I remember how nothing could keep us from playing rounders; how nothing could tear us from bambrika (apparently it's… Continue reading Outcast
You are my addiction. I crave the taste of your rejection, the highs in your hi's and when i'm low I come looking. You are my prison. I volunteer every day to be caged in my affections for you. To feed on the meagre food of your approval. To drink in the macabre life I… Continue reading Dear Caroline (Wuthering Heights)
Her bridge was awash with thistles of despair and regret. 'I was good at it, I will have you know' she said. To Odhis, it sounded like the last kicks of a dying man, a final attempt to epitomize a moment that refused to transcend time. If only he could be her knight in shining… Continue reading NIGHT IN SHINNING HAMA
Coloring the black shades with her queen, in the game she thought she was playing, she didn't realize, until her heart broke into twenty-nine pieces of silver, one shy of Judas, zero dignity, reduced to less than Hosea's wife, because hers came with no title, that she was only for hire, that she was only… Continue reading WIFE FOR HIRE!
This is my confession. It is a true account of the events that transpired on the 25th of December 2016, Christmas day. It is a Sunday. The day is warm with expectations and celebrations. I remembered to text a few acquaintances on my phonebook to let them know that this season brought a passing thought… Continue reading 7 years a prisoner: An abortion story
While some people like to hide behind fictional characters, others are so open it breaks your heart. It breaks your heart because to be like them is your seemingly unattainable dream for when you grow up, or when you die and come back recast as ratatouille. Okay, maybe not the second part because lol, this… Continue reading GUEST POST: UNLEARN
She is not an open book. She is not what would be described as a warm personality especially if what you are going on is the first impression. She is rather like a bad case of malaria, terrible on all fronts except for when you get to read a book or two undisturbed during your… Continue reading ON MATURITY AND EMBARRASSMENT