POEM

HELPLESSNESS In this feeling of helplessness, I scream to my soul and join that girl sitting alone in the dark crevices therein The all time fear that I have carried with me ever since I was a child drips slowly and flows through the crevices “Will I ever amount to anything?” All the voices in

OF ONLINE JOBS AND WANTING QUICK MONEY: UPWORK EDITION

One thing these past few days have taught me is to exclaim like Tyla. (I gave up on the dancing and mesmerizing twerking immediately I started learning😂). Be that as it may, let me get out my first Yoh because the week I am having is going to drive me to insomnia. I woke up

VILLAGE SHENANIGANS

If you read my introductory post, you know that I grew up in the village. Now, you must understand that when living upcountry, one does not wake up to the incessant noise of traffic but rather to the melodies of birds and if lucky, to the hum of your mother gossiping away in the kitchen

POEM

THE PRIVILEGE That in a room of a thousand prying eyes, only yours could undress me,That in a sea of roaming hands, only yours could explore the intricacies of my body,That in a world ablaze with desire and lust, only yours could ignite mine,Surely was a privilege you took for granted That I never saw

INTRODUCTION: THE AFRICAN DREAM

I was born a little over twenty years ago. Three or four days later, my parents whisked me away from the hospital so I could begin forging my way in a tiny little village in the Highlands. The tiny little village has proven to be not so tiny because like all other habitable places, it