For Men Who Use Logic To Ruin Lives.

You take a lot For granted Because You have a lot to take For granted.   Options, choices, possibilities, Present themselves And with greedy hands Like tentacles You grab To live out Multiple lies.   I come from a man like you Constantly backed by Logical sounding reasons Echoes of fair judgement Pale imprints of…

Behold The Natives!

Today is an exciting day because I am venturing into the unknown! So this is the thing. Everytime I have an issue in my heart that I want to blog about, I end up abandoning it all together because it seems by the time I am done critically examining the issue, the blog post might…

Dear God, Are You Mad?

Heavenly Father, Once again, I come to you with an un-understandable question. So the other day, while walking under a clear blue sky, golden sun rays bathing and activating the full potential of my melanin; I got stopped by a concerned elderly lady. She felt I was putting myself at risk and only inviting trouble…

Why I Constantly Do Stupid Things.

Every time I am asked about my life choices and decisions, and why they don’t seem to align with what is seemingly wise or acceptable; I always lack the words to express my reasons and my vocabulary suddenly seems limited. And so I had taken to blaming genetics and my nomadic ancestry by an extended…

The Beauty That Is Luke Cage

Not long ago, I shared a Keke Napep (Rickshaw/ Tuk Tuk/ My main source of transportation and inspiration) with two of the most unpleasant human beings I have ever encountered. I was on my way to a wedding on the outskirts of town. Baffling as it was, it didn’t occur to these two people that…

Tales From Behind A Dusty Window

via Daily Prompt: Quill This is a story that will be well told, I know it; but a sadness engulfs me because I will never know it. There is a distance and space between me and the writer, a barricade of tar and gravel that I am not allowed to cross. A unseen boundary that…

Mornings

via Daily Prompt: Tether To be awake: is to be hooked to the sounds of the day, to the visions and images that unfold through the wandering of the body through the spaces it inhabits. To be awake: is to be upright, steady and motivated into searching for the passages that direct the purpose of…

This Thing Called Love

For two mother loving long years, I tried to write a love story. This is something I subconsciously avoided since I started writing. And as it is with one’s fears, to overcome it, I had to start at why. Only I didn’t because… One freezing night, feeling delusional and inspired; I switched on my computer…

Open Letter To My Father

Originally posted on Forward With Faltering Steps:
Dear Dad, This letter is an act of remembering. I think of you as a person thinks of a sweet scent that he has smelled briefly only once and  yearns for because he will never smell it again. All I am left with are weak traces of what…

Multiple Choice Answer

In the land of life lies the book of the living; and in the book of the living lies a question to be answered for a name to be recorded. “How do you live a life of purpose?”, do you a) Face the danger that comes with your choice or b) draw from deep waters…

Don’t Mind Your Business: Help End Violence Against Women.

I was asked to speak about violence against women and my brain immediately shut down. This usually happens when a topic or theme seems bigger than me and encompasses the whole universe. It also happens when I am scared to death because suddenly something that is meant to come out of my mouth is suppose…

Who We Were…

A time not too long ago, we lived in a place of flourish, in an evergreen house, in a sanctuary. However, the world outside beckoned relentlessly, promising to be a vast land for the exploration of dreams and the mining of visions. And so we prepared ourselves, we wrapped hope around us, we were fully…