After Joseph got a job, our communication dwindled for obvious reasons. However, we would talk as and when we could. He had to switch his classes schedule since the evening school was no longer convenient because of his new job. One Thursday late afternoon, I got a call from Joseph. I answered my phone and…… Continue reading Day Ones. Ep3
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Day Ones. Ep 2
Joseph and I I would talk with them for hours on phone, all four of them. We would wake each other up to study and hang out together when we had the chance. Like I said, we all became friends. This 👇🏾 was us at my first and last Chalewote street art festival in 2018.…… Continue reading Day Ones. Ep 2
Day Ones
It all started in January 2017, after my national service. Unemployed me, thinking of what would become of me as I continued my job hunting quest. This blog was created about the same time when I needed an outlet for my writing and also to cure boredom. An advice from my mother’s friend changed my…… Continue reading Day Ones
Daddy Said
Daddy told me to do things myself. At first, it sounded off because I often do things in my own time and way by myself. What did daddy see for him to say that? I pondered on these words from daddy and I still didn’t get it but years latter, i finally get it. Daddy…… Continue reading Daddy Said
Eve I Had Known
Conned by a slithering beast with an apple of all things, most days I find myself thinking about how an all-you-can-eat would have gone down instead in the Garden of Eden, surely A&E would not have resisted some lamb chops but an APPLE? And who am I to judge? Promised the finest things in life…… Continue reading Eve I Had Known
POSTBOX TALES
It’s June 22nd, and as the familiar chirping of the birds ring out, I find that there’s still no letter in my mailbox. I bang my head lightly against the wall. A deadly mix of impatience and frustration envelops me and I begin to break into a sweat. Pause. Did he forget? No. He couldn’t…… Continue reading POSTBOX TALES
The Smell Of Sunday
Sundays smell like the bristles of the broom violently sweeping the dust that sits on your floors, Sundays smell like home cooked meals, church and fellowship all wrapped up in one, Sundays smell like baked pastries after Sunday service wondering where your mother went, And when you blink, there you are, holding the pestle, pounding…… Continue reading The Smell Of Sunday
I TESTED MY SPICE TOLERANCE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE.
I can already hear my ancestors fuming. Now hear me out, I was feeling a little cocky one evening and decided to chew on a chili pepper. RAW. Bad idea. At first, I felt nothing. Much like a WWE wrestler in the middle of a fight I called it too soon. And then I felt…… Continue reading I TESTED MY SPICE TOLERANCE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE.
Just Another Eve
Hey Eve, girl,I don’t know what was going through your mind that day when Satan came approaching, And I am not saying that I would have made a better choice BUT, you could have ignored him and munched on your pomegranates…or whatever non-forbidden fruit there was there in the garden, And I am not saying…… Continue reading Just Another Eve
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