I walk along the main road that is a stretch of tarmac from the gates leading to the residential apartments up to an approximation of two hundred metres towards the Central Business District. The rest of the road or what is left of the road is a layout of patches of tarmac with constant… Continue reading Knock Down
Life is what you make it Fake it With captions and Photoshop Stunting Life is what you make it I keep mine wet Soak it In tears And blood and sweat Damping Life is what you make it Mould it With dreams and nightmares Clamming Life is what you make it Shape it With… Continue reading Rendition
Sleep creeps Won’t let me bleed My dreams Dim Fears Gleam Death is beautiful Green My eyes dart Blink loud Shoulders slump From the weight Of the world Expectations Annihilation I stare at nothing Space Just to reminisce Of the good times Gone Heaven must wait Rest. Photo courtesy.
I am made of flaws Dark and bright Flaws that glow In the night I am made of sevens I am in heaven For a moment I am hades Then a god Or both at the same time Ugly and beautiful like a mine The apple stuck in my throat That’s for Lot The ledge… Continue reading Apple
My head is whirling, spinning in circles. I fear heights. They make me jittery. I have always feared heights since childhood. While my age mates crossed the bridge at River Ella to Yao village to play with the kids from the neighbouring community, I stayed behind for fear of falling down the gushing waters. That… Continue reading Blue Bloods
Two hours and counting but you still cannot get enough of the DJ. You wish you could affectionately grab her bum, give her a peck and hold her tight to your chest. Never letting her go. But you are freaking straight. At least that is one thing about your life that you are sure of.… Continue reading You Should not Be Here (Another Dance)
She chooses prostitute A name Over destitute A state Vile!!! She is a rebel Headed for Babel She knows him The eyes that want in Every man To her Is a gun Corked. Photo: Source