I never liked poetry. Well, that’s not accurate. It’s not that I did not like it. I just didn’t quite understand it. Then I met you. And of course, Rupi Kaur.   Am not a poet my love but the first time we kissed you wrote poetry on my lips. You spelt out the letter... Continue Reading →



It was an awfully confusing Friday afternoon when He left. The clouds loomed at the distance, so dark and heavy laden with tears of our ancestors. For a second, I thought that the clouds would just swoop in, gather us in her bosom, and wash away our desiccated faces. Instead, she just blew a soft... Continue Reading →


"I’ve been in love with someone that didn’t love me back and I’ve been loved by someone that I didn’t love back. And I don’t know which is worse: to be broken or to break another soul." —Carolyn a.k.a. howliing_wolves

Ears Ringing

It all happened so, so fast. I didn't see it coming. I didn't hear him cork his gun or the bullet leave its chamber. All I heard was my own sharp inhale and a second bullet leaving its abode. Last thing I saw where his pale eyes fixed on me and blood trickling from his... Continue Reading →

Ode To A.

I had it all planned out. Except disappointment. Bought you flowers. They scattered outside my window. It is raining beautifully. I am crying disgustingly. It’s a beautiful night to die of heartache. Am hugging my knees tonight instead of you. How are you darling? Oh! Just my poem. Sleeping ON my bed. No point getting... Continue Reading →


My ‘husband from Nyadorera’ accused me of something. He wasn’t far from the truth but you know women…coat it up with some misgivings of your own before you dish her some reality. He said, “You are my one and only who makes me feel lonely even when am close to you.” I was shocked and... Continue Reading →

Ode To S.

Ode To S. Five years. Five years that I have been gathering bits and pieces of me that you scattered so effortlessly like confetti when the whirlwind of destruction hit our little honeymoon avenue. It came scented in cheap cologne, revealing too much skin than the eyes can handle and batting fake eyelashes at you... Continue Reading →


11TH JUNE. 1945hrs I could barely walk down the small stretch to get to my room. My chest was heaving to the pounding in my head. Images were getting blurry and I could feel the sweat trickle down my sides. The noises were rising to some sort of never-ending crescendo and there were lights everywhere.... Continue Reading →

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