Courting Time.

I fear that the days go by rather fast; the nights are shorter, the days too. I had assumed that it was just my mind that had chosen to toy with me, to push me to the edge. But the winkle that stared back at me yesterday, when I gazed into the mirror, slashed the … More Courting Time.

Redeeming Normal.

I must warn you. This is a bit creepy-ish. Prompt was something I can’t remember. My grandfather used to tell us stories when I was still a child. He was the oldest man in our clan so naturally, the responsibility fell on him because of the wealth of wisdom and knowledge the years had bestowed … More Redeeming Normal.

Gertrude.

“Where’s Gertrude?” I asked as I bounced into Christopher’s store. The gazes that met me confused me. Christopher squeezed his mop. “He’s dead—OD’d himself.” Gertrude was at my house last week. I was new on drugs. I was convinced it was good so I showed him my new found light. I set him up with … More Gertrude.

Within Tarnation.

It’s sloshing again—this lava is, the way it always does before crawling up my legs. I can feel the hairs on my neck singe. This will be the umpteenth time and the distant cackles grow nearer. They’ll fade again. And this routine, I’ll never get used to it. Two hours in hell. I remember my … More Within Tarnation.

Becoming Juliet.

“I love you,” Taiye said just before her lips closed over mine. She’s whispered these same words a thousand times and it still lit fires in the pit of stomach every time she did. Because I knew she meant it. I just didn’t know how much. *** I sit here watching the clock tick and … More Becoming Juliet.

Seeing ghosts.

I used to think seeing ghosts required the full theatrics of shaking curtains, rattling windows and eerie whistling. It was something that registered in my mind from years spent binging on horror movies. It’s not true though. I learnt quite recently, how off course movies are in their portrayal of reality, or in this case, … More Seeing ghosts.

Playing God.

If I got pregnant the last time I made a real post, I’d have my child in my arms now. I’m really sorry I’ve not been taking this as seriously as I planned to. Besides a serious dearth of inspiration, a lot of other things have prevented me from—mostly within my control. I can’t promise … More Playing God.