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Redefining me?
Before I die of my ennui allow me to reconnect with my love for writing. It has been a minute since I took the time to write. I have thought of it several times but I guess sometimes in life we find ourselves passing through life. Plus I have been nursing a political heartbreak. I…
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My shade of black
I recently listened to a podcast on BBC sounds, on the topic on colourism. A young girl tells her mother that she wants to be the color peach. Like a doll in a popular cartoon. When asked why, she says she thinks it has a beautiful color. Peach to her is light skin. She…
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Passing through
It’s another day that we pack our bags and head To this places that we call homeWhere we get to restPut our heads on rusty matresessUnderneath sweating iron sheets Bottomline is we are gratefulFor so many things including this job that took us to these placesSome beautiful,some cold ,some really hot with dusty roads.So we…
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30 year olds?No thank you
‘I don’t just drink alcohol to get drunk, quarantine has taught me to enjoy alcohol. Take it in sips, stop and think about its taste. I have learnt to appreciate it and not misuse.’ She tells me.This is the conversation I was having with a friend. At 23 we feel grown like we are some…
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She’s complicated
She tells me thatShe misses him.At timesShe misses his hugs before he left for workHow tight he squeezed herShe misses his kissesOn her cheeks,her forehead and how he held her afterLike she really mattered. She longs for his calls and text messages.She tells me, there was was a time he frequented his texts so she…
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Dear you
I wanted to leave you a piece just before I left.Maybe a piece of meA piece of what I love.A written piece.A piece that will remind you of me when I am gone. If it were up to me I would stay.I’d rather sit next to you on a cool night in silence and be…
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The complexities of life
He walks with a heavy heart, I met a lady who walks with a broken one. She told me she walked barefoot and shaved her hair just to please her husband. To cut the costs of taking care of herself. She worked hard so she could enjoy the little with her husband and two children.…
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He’s just a boy
He lays his filthy mattress on the floor and throws a grey striped blanket on it.He then leans against the wall. He looks around as if searching for something with his hands in his pocket. I wonder where his mind has wandered to. He is so young, approximately the same age as my 13 year…
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A plan?
I know I struggle with consistency especially when it comes to updating my blog. To say I am struggling is an understatement. I wont even blame it on writers block. Its just on me.