There’s this online magazine I read called Zikoko. I don’t think I can hype it up enough. It makes me laugh and cry and sometimes, the quizzes make me feel like the writers dabble in black magic because of how accurate the answers are for me. This morning, I read something that made me very…
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. * …
Bald-ish
So I shaved my hair. I had been thinking of shaving my head for over a year but my balls hadn't grown big enough. "What if the shape of your head is bad? Get a boyfriend first, that way, he can't leave when you shave your head. Is it not a sin?" Finally, my balls…
Not so fiction.
I recently listened to Chimamanda's Ted talk 'The danger of the single story'. It reminded me of old times so I decided to tell you my story. For the longest time, all my characters had 'English' names; from Kate to John to my favourite name, Eric (I overused this name sote I'm sure all the…
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…
