“Evelyn, how old are you?” She turns her big hazel eyes at me, smiles then takes my hand; “when the time comes to get married Evelyn and you love the person deeply, don’t be scared when you hesitate. Sometimes your heart is telling you something.” Kezia* is in her golden years, but could pass for … Continue reading Rukia’s Broken Face. #NotOfLove
The #NotOfLove is going to be a series of stories from people who have gone through domestic violence. Some will be third person narrations and others from the people themselves. None of these people will be referred to as victims in any of the stories because they chose to leave and please don’t see them … Continue reading All Of Those Rainy Days. #NotOfLove
This is a story told to me by a young lady, she has been through so much and listening to her talk about it so calmly while the emotions of some of the things that happened played on her face, had me almost tearing up. Writing and editing this story has taken me a whole … Continue reading Kachwiri: I Killed My Mother.
“Have you ever heard your mother cry?” “What?” She turns and stares at him visibly annoyed. “You couldn’t wait another hour or so to talk about this?” She sits up, the long black braids cascade down as if to dismiss him. Marks of him written all over her, he could smell himself off of her … Continue reading Phil’s Loop
“My sun sets to rise again.”- Robert Browning Ah, what an ominous title, Dad might be scared to read this one because he thinks I am going to vent about or write a sonnet about my heartbreaks. It’s OK Papa, sibiwamba khwise tawe.. 🙂 I am writing this with permission from a friend … Continue reading Tears At 2AM, Bond7 In A Cup.
Heart of my heart, how have you been? I have not heard from you in awhile My heart aches for your touch But should I reach out when your ego silences me? Yet, deep down I wonder Are we OK? Are we fine? Is there someone else? Am I still the one you crave? The … Continue reading Wilting Sonnets
I have been cooking for ages now, most people that know me seem to use that against me. They will call me over to their places to chill and somehow manipulate me into cooking. Its so bad that they even try to guilt me into cooking for them, I am quite sure that as they … Continue reading The Food And Those That Cook It