The curse of a blinking cursor is what your favorite has been going through. I realised that sometimes we put unwarranted pressure on ourselves. This imaginary dry spell is a delusion created by my maniac mind. Creativity is the imagination's production of artistic work. It has never been a problem for me. Not to blow … Continue reading Just Another Day
I stood still in the midst of the chaos and mayhem around me. Honking from frustrated drivers stuck in congestion, a wailing baby, ambulance siren, side street vendors yodeling for attention... Can you hear my heart beat? Erratic, a constriction with an indescribable ache, searing across the chest into the pits of the stomach. Tears … Continue reading Forsaken Love
His eyes bore pleadingly for mercy. Mercy. An emotion far fetched and implausible as the return of the dodo. I marveled at the artistic cuts that slashed across his face. He never looked so beautiful with blood clots slowly scabbing on his face. I slowly ripped off the tape that covered his mouth. "Please I … Continue reading Should I go?
Here is the thing, if you see a pregnant woman be nice to her, smile, and show some kindness because she is going through a hell unknown to most. The experience is comparable to the sweet nectarine taste of grape fruit and the unexpected harsh after taste. The beauty of bringing a new life into … Continue reading Pregnancy Woes
There once was a hive the grandest of stations It regularly turned out the sweetest libations Then one day two bees took a moment to ponder The pondering ways of those bees over yonder In the midst of this instance here enters a third Whereby this ponderance gave flight the absurd See it wasn't a … Continue reading A Bee Tale
Hey there, it's me. Again. Your favorite blogger. No? Oh c'mon guys, I know you love me. Yeah, you too guy at the back. What's not to love? I am witty, unpredictable I mean I am so much fun! Right? Right? Right? I need you guys to love me 😭😭😭😭. Y'all a bunch of meanies … Continue reading Reading Progress June 2017
Racist pharmacist refused to sell a Negro some Paracetamol My ego denied me to beg this parasite-rat-mole. Like a Moabite I bite back Pull out my revolver, it's my instant resolver A morbid resolution. My only solution. See my Nana been ill She been in pain for real. But this superior antagonism undermines the realism … Continue reading PREJUDICE