Growing up in the double 0’s, we all played police and robber, we’d all look for long curvy sticks to use as guns. We obviously didn’t call them glocks, choppers or any other fancy words, mabunde was the name. Honestly, that was the last time I ever thought I’d encounter mabundes. A couple of years … Continue reading Mabunde
Month: May 2022
Honest Henry
What if, just what if, people told the truth? Not once in a while, not just for the big things, not half-truths and shady truisms but the pure open (most likely hurtful) truth. Imagine a world of no white lies, no advertisements devised by marketers reminiscent of classic cartoon villains, no walking on eggshells around … Continue reading Honest Henry
It’s gonna make you cry
I look at her and she does not remind me of anyone from my past. Her eyes give me the feeling that I don’t need anything else. Her hand slowly caresses my body awaking the monster inside me. I want to be vulnerable with her. Is it her energy or is it the fact that … Continue reading It’s gonna make you cry
ONE-NIGHT STAND
YOLO, or whatever it is that you say when you encounter one of them on one or more of your countless weekend night escapades when intentional sobriety is never an option. Your first encounter locates you in a two-roomed crib in the city you reside in solely for the purpose of pursuing further education but … Continue reading ONE-NIGHT STAND
JADED
I’m fresh from watching a video where, in an unfortunate sequence of events a lady jumped off a roof. A rather morbid way to start a story, I know, but who am I if not your cultured purveyor of emotions, and it would seem that, after avoiding it for so long , its finally time … Continue reading JADED
HOLLOW
It’s paradoxical really, how fragile we are. Physically we stumble, fall and get scarred. Scars sting for a while, then they scab over, and before you know it, all you have left is a faint phantom pain whenever you gaze at a scar, a memory of what was. For all the talk you’ll find in … Continue reading HOLLOW
SWEATER WEATHER
I remember when we were kids and we were asked to write compositions, almost invariably we would find a way to squeeze in, “It was raining cats and dogs”, to start. I’m realizing now, with my significantly less pure and innocent brain that most of these composition beginnings looked like scenes straight out of stranger … Continue reading SWEATER WEATHER
WAKILI & I; Poker, Tea and Music
It was our third or fourth time meeting. I don't know why she tagged along to game night, that particular one, and why she brought Sheila along with her. I know how that sounds, but I was just concerned that Sheila would get bored cause no one there would be willing to play candy crush … Continue reading WAKILI & I; Poker, Tea and Music
THE SHOE WILL NEVER FIT
There has never been a funnier time to tell someone 'you are going places'. Its difficult to go anywhere in this country right now. I can’t even go to class, the weather makes it difficult to get out of the blankets and on the slim chance that you do, you have nothing to wear because … Continue reading THE SHOE WILL NEVER FIT
FACADES
I’m a writer, I like to think that if I tell myself something enough times, it’ll be true. It isn’t even really a lie, I’m writing this aren’t I? You’re nodding slowly, I can see it and I’m matching it, frantically, nod for nod, but it doesn’t work. It’s frightening how no matter how much … Continue reading FACADES