Up again.

I see you building those walls up againThe walls we struggled to pull downin tears and sweat.I know it’s hard / I know you’re hurtingI know you’re tired / I know you’re drainedBut we’ve come too far / Too damn far to give up.Stay strong, fighter / put down the bricksKeep those walls / low…

Do you?

When you lay your headAnd close your eyesDo you dream of me?When you wake upand see the sunriseDo you think of me?When you pick up the cameraand look into the lensDo you see my face?Do you see my eyesStaring into your soul?Do you see my smileand the wrinkles on my nose?Do you notice my dimplesDig…

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.”

Does it hurt to die?

Does it hurt to die?When the soul leaves the bodydoes it slowly drag in a gruesome manner;allowing the body to experiencean unbearable painFor the last timeJust for the fun of it?Or does it leavequickly – in one swoop;so fast that the body doesn’t even notice that it’s been left aloneWith no life to continue?

Are you for God?

This morning, a question popped into my head. ‘Are you for God?’ I immediately replied, ‘Yes, of course. That’s a dumb question’ But then I’ve been thinking about it all day. Am I really for God or do I just do the surface level ‘good’ things in hopes to earn points from the ‘big guy…

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.             *             …

New Year, New Day

Happy new year, beautiful people! I hope you rang in the new year surrounded by the people you love. And if you were alone, I hope you gave yourself lots of love too. Let’s be honest, entering a new year isn’t always a happy jolly experience. One moment, you’re hugging your family and friends after…

Crashing down.

It’s eleven days until the year 2018 ends. Last month, I started writing my last post for the year. I wrote about how the year started rough for me and the roller coaster of emotions I experienced; the fact that I cried more than half of the time and had suicidal moments. But then I…

Regrets

The day the mechanic died, I was in the kitchen giving a dance performance to one of Ayefele’s songs in front of my cousin. I heard my dad’s loud voice from upstairs. He was singing loudly as he usually did. Flakes and I rolled our eyes and shook our heads laughing at his untuned voice…

Dealing with loss

I’d be the first to let you know that I haven’t really dealt with the death of my mother. I have buried it deep down and haven’t come to terms with it.  I honestly haven’t cried that I lost her. I’ve cried that she didn’t get to see my husband and tease him, cried that…