Better.

Do you remember the promises -the ones we made as we lay counting the squares on my ceiling?Do you remember the words you spoke -the ones that were so gentle and soft it made my ears tingle?Do you remember the tears -the ones that we shed because our lovewas too intense for us to handleDo…

Time to leave.

“You begged me to marry you, Nike. Your mother knelt in the same spot you are now and begged me to take away the shame that hung on to your family’s name after you conceived the bastard child.”

Home.

I was able to put this together after months of being under a creative dry spell. I hope you enjoy it. If you have any tips for me to get over this block don’t hesitate to drop them in the comments, please.             *             …

Uncle Kareem.

I had my first kiss when I was twelve years old. It was from my uncle Kareem. His lips were soft and plump like the pillows on my bed. His upper lip was dark like that of a chronic smoker and the bottom was deep pink, like the colour of the cotton underwear I was…

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Hey beautiful people! I know, I know, I just disappeared like that with zero warning. I’ve been busy with school (I’m trying to get that degree). But I’m back with another piece for you guys. Don’t be scared to leave comments by the way. I won’t bite you. Really, I’m pescatarian (for this month at…

Folakemi

  “Fola! Is this how to pound amala?” Papa glared at me, his hands shivering underneath the table. I knew what the look meant. It was his frustrated expression. His pupils contracted, his eyebrows looked like they were fighting to touch each other and his lips, usually full and plump went flat into a snarl….