“It didn’t have to end this way, T.” He says, “I think we’ve just grown apart.”I’m seated in the front seat of Kanmi’s Benz, after what seemed to be a fantastic dinner date. Little did I know what was to come. He’s breaking up with me. I burst out laughing. I didn’t know what else to do but laugh. It’s the kind of laughter that is scary because nobody said anything funny. “Come on...
Dear Genesis, You told me that beautiful things don’t have to beg for attention. You told me that I was beautiful, over and over, even on days I didn’t ask you. So surely, something is false. Either beautiful things do beg for attention, or you lied, and I am not of the denomination. I think it is the latter. I saw your text with her, that girl. I think she is beautiful. Ethereal. And...
“Let her live. Take me Reaper . Let her live” Maroon, the poet who wrote one good poem and nine hundred and ninety nine bad poems in a collection she titled Crumbles of an eon. No one could understand why she did that nor why they kept buying the collection. That one good poem was worth it perhaps. No last name .Just Maroon. She was like none of the other poets. She didn’t hide, she didn’t live...
The fact that you are reading these written words does not mean it’s the right thing because all this could be a dream and you can be caught up in finding it difficult to fall asleep. This is a state of mind where there’s a constant battle fighting with your state of mind. No one truly understands the purpose, we came up with that just to simply justify our deeds. Humans can never...
What do you remember?”I stared blankly at the two figures before me watching, waiting, trying to decide if I was a victim or an accomplice. I made a mental checklist of the details the way I always have. Soft eyes, dark skin, baby face, receding hairline, pitying expression- pathetic. His name tag read Johnson. Hands were soft and warm, discomfortingly so, he should see a doctor- good cop.The...
Three years ago, I met Jude. Jude was the kind of man everyone, especially ladies, wanted to be friends with. A broad shouldered man with sparkling white teeth. He was that good and friendly, but nobody saw him as boyfriend or husband material, because I didn’t notice a girlfriend or wife hovering around to protect her man. We met at a mutual friend’s wedding party, and were both on...
One of the many ways Fola liked to enjoy her nights was ensuring she ate something “sweet” to end the day, it didn’t matter if she spent the entire day stuffing her face in confections, she just had to munch on something sweet at the end of the day. Luckily for her, she always had a stash of sweetmeats by her bedside drawer. Stuffing her hand in the drawer and Rummaging through the endless...
This isn’t a story about love or heartbreak or even trust. No. This is a story about hate. Will it be too much for you handle? I don’t know. It isn’t for me so I’m feeling the need to tell you. Also I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut. You’re probably wondering who I hate and why I have to let you know. Well it’s very obvious and if you’re still racking your brain on who, I’ll save you the...
I was nodding my head to Alpha Ojini’s vigilante bop. It was a coping mechanism, a push tobrace myself while I stood on the long and scattered queue that was nowhere close to moving. It was a distraction from the men that deemed it fit to toast me at a crucial time like this. I watched how their eyes accessed my loose jeans and fitted top as I walked to the queue. It made me wonder what motive...
The book store smelled different, it wasn’t the usual scent of new and old pages, there was something else, you look around wondering if the other patrons notice, it doesn’t seem like they do, you shrug and go on about your business, maybe it’s just you, you think to yourself. You don’t know what you’re looking for yet, you will know when you see it, this was your routine, every Christmas Eve...
