My office is the back seat of the troski. Where I low key fade into the unknown. From where I type my poems and notes. Hooks and punchlines. My office is fly. The back seat of the troski. My office is the back seat of the troski. Where the view is different . From the…… Continue reading Back Seat

Riding on a high horse was my complacency, Little did I know that with danger looming, like fire meets fuel, My world will come crashing down, What was left of it all was the blood of another soul on my hands and quite literally, The cries of pangs too strong to decipher, A strangling too…… Continue reading 5 a.m Thoughts

Trust the process, lately, this statement is becoming a cliche but it doesn’t make it any less of the truth. The ‘process’ is the training school of life. It is the mill we have to go through to get to our goals and dreams. Every successful person you can think of is an alumni of…… Continue reading Trust the Process

Built for this is what she said. “Why should I have to cry and show all of my feelings?” Is what he said. Declared his emotions free and then with a pounding heart, waited for society to rain down on his parade, Little did he know that, on the right side of his cold-hearted emotions,…… Continue reading Thick Skin, Thin Skin.

Life is strange, unpredictable, funny, sometimes it all feels like a game. Ever wondered what you were doing in your mother’s womb for a solid 9 months? How did you survive that? I mean science tries, oh yes it does but I still don’t get it. Do you get it? Help me out here. Out…… Continue reading In the End……

I struggled with it before I knew the term, Often times I had to catch up with it because it would go before me, It would enter a room before I did, making an entry that no one else saw but me, When it was time to leave, it would leave before me Had me…… Continue reading The FLIPSIDE of social anxiety

As but yet a clot of blood🩸 , in my mother’s womb you conceived me. Before conception you knew me.  And before knowing me, you had predestined me.  Not some mistake.  Not a product of a one night encounter.  But Fearfully made intentionally. I know who I am.  I am who you say I am. …… Continue reading WONDERFULLY MADE

The silence of a mother, She cannot grumble when it’s getting hard, A tough exterior is all she will need to fight the tears to clear two visions, One is her eyes and the other vision, Is the one that shows her what her children will become, The silence of a father, he can’t complain…… Continue reading DEAD SILENCE

Again I go down this road. Hoping that the lessons learnt will carry me through. Again I try to make new memories. Hoping for the very best and nothing less. Again we keep trying. Hoping that one day, we find what we are looking for. Again we make hay. Hoping that our dreams pave the…… Continue reading AGAIN