For Boys Who are the Colour of Water
i The first time Papa saw pornographic videos on my phone ended in tears. For seven weeks he whipped my bare back until they bled blood and water. He…
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November 2020
28 posts
Sisi, When You Go Get Sense?
Despite the fact that you’d sworn before his face with sand in your tongue that you would never, never step your foot into his compound ever again, you…
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Much Alike
One day, I woke up with the moon in my eyes, glasses of smiles to map which way my window blinds will face. When I opened my chest and read…
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Joys of Childhood
When reminiscence wakes us up from slumber, It awakens the nostalgic feelings of childhood. Can we ever forget those joyous days? Those days, we chased flies that ran from…
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Tears are How I Say, ‘It Hurts’
here i lie, shut in. an ungainly sprawling creature, foggy-eyed, feeling myself leave myself through a cut on my wrist; a crimson waterfall. cuts are how i say, “i…
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Sights on Saturday
One vision. Six doves. Green sated cosmoses precede, Orange wastelands. I have seen this picture somewhere. Who is in? Who is out? In whose mind do these events remain afloat?…
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Defining Overwhelmed
Oblivion beckons again, like a can of beer dripping in chill sweats, after a brief elevation of my encumbered soul by a fleeting lightning. It’s all dark and I can’t…
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How You Wear Your Skin Like a Hymn
losing its melody. This time the music is a stream in another mouth, but isn’t language like molten metal? A name is a shifting reflection of what frames it:…
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