I am an autonomous, level headed human being, capable of making my own decisions. The ones who made me, they loved me as a child. I was their first. Proof that their marriage was blessed and they were fertile. I was a welcome addition to their little family. I was also a first grandchild on … Continue reading Trophy
Almost
I'm pining over an "almost". It has been a while since I pined really, so I guess it's a good thing, I haven't lost that ability. Problem is that now I'm pining really hard, harder that I ought to, I think. My "almost" kissed me gently, softly, like he was breathing me in as opposed … Continue reading Almost
Things I do When I Don’t Feel Like Doing Anything
As you can probably tell by the title, I will be writing a list of things I like to do when I don't feel like doing anything at all, which is actually quite dangerously often. I hope that explains why I haven't written in a minute. Okay a month. Okay three months. Okay who's counting!!! … Continue reading Things I do When I Don’t Feel Like Doing Anything
Phantom Kiss
I had a dream about you last night, One of the many. Dreaming of you is like experiencing dystopia, While being drugged and brainwashed enough to call it utopia. I wish the dreams would stop But I would be lying If I said I didn't immensely enjoy the brief moments of contact- Your eyes looking … Continue reading Phantom Kiss
UPRISING
The uprising began when the children of the land ignored "RESPECT YOUR ELDERS! MAINTAIN THE PEACE!" Because they felt unseen, unheard behind that veil of unearned yet required respect? That only came up to dismiss difficult questions? So they took to the streets, chanting; "ABOLISH EVERYTHING!!! OVERTHROW IT ALL!!! NO JUSTICE NO PEACE!!!" Panting, sweating, … Continue reading UPRISING
Yoga for Trauma
Disclaimer: I am not a professional yoga instructor. I am a beginner. The references to yoga here are purely(well mostly) a skeleton for the story. Also, trigger warning: sexual assault, suicidal ideation. I stand upright, feet together at the top of my mat, raising my hands towards the sky. The sky is blue. I'd like … Continue reading Yoga for Trauma
Random Thoughts
I have been slacking on my weekly Bikozulu doses. Slacking on my art. Slacking on my yoga. Slacking on my 1500 jump ropes a day. Slacking on my face beats. Slacking on doing laundry. Slacking on exfoliating my face and my feet. Slacking on reading books and blogs. Slacking, slacking, slacking... Slacking on my writing. … Continue reading Random Thoughts
The Girl in The Bar
It’s Thursday night. You sit in the far corner of the bar, slowly sipping your cocktail. The bar is half-full because you know what they say: Thursday is the new Friday. The DJ is obediently playing afrobeats and gengetone, seducing the weekend to life in the lazy bodies of the patrons. Some of them are … Continue reading The Girl in The Bar
Kasyoki wa Mitumba
I want a tattoo. I am currently listening to “Kasyoki wa Mitumba” by Serro on repeat. The soft version, of course. The slow one where she deliberately enunciates each word and I can hear every guitar chord. The one where her voice sounds like honey, flowing, taking time to coat every inch of the … Continue reading Kasyoki wa Mitumba
Fundi
I was trying on a dress, looking at myself in the mirror, turning, lifting, swishing, fitting, straightening, crunching up. I straightened it and swept my eyes over my reflection, bunched it tighter around my waist, and thought, “Nikishikiwa hapa kwa waist itakuwa poa.” I gasped. I sounded exactly like my mother. All my life, my … Continue reading Fundi
