Photograph You have always been beautiful, not just how you smile or dress, It was in how you looked when you held your tongue and glared, Put your foot through the ground and became immovable, Its hard to describe you to the world, you are mesmerising. Are or were, its all the same thing, Your... Continue Reading →
30 Day Poetry Challenge; Day 25
A Turkish delight Pink looks effortless on you, like a second skin Natural, like the pearls you wear when you smile, A bold mix of beautifully dark, with an extra cherry on top, Framing such beauty of an image upon heels Funny you dress clumsy but command attention placed upon your 6inch pedestal, Call it... Continue Reading →
30 Day Poetry Challenge; Day 23 & 24
Hocus Pocus At 5 you learn quick that the lines are blurred, Its never entirely black or white, especially when you're 5, and no one really had the time to answer your thousand questions But the greys are not only ever in the clouds, But I had to wait, turned 17, and graduate into another... Continue Reading →
Growth Series
We are going to change the world. Words usually spoken with excitement. They were round the table snacking. Five friends on a mission to change the world. Well at least that was the plan. They would get hungry, stop playing video games long enough to eat and discuss their dreams. The loudest of the gang... Continue Reading →
30 Day Poetry Challenge; Day 17
Friday Free-day! And so it had begun. The apocalypse. It was slightly past noon when I noticed, An eloquent lovely pass my peripheral, My gaze swayed up Caught hers and for a moment it was a beautiful infectious room Two souls in sync, Tied, bound. Free to surrender to each other Free to be in... Continue Reading →
Mulenga’s Diary; Chapter 4
Margaret Mumbi is the name of the strongest person I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. On my grave I've always dreamed my tomb would read, "Here lies Margaret Mumbi's daughter." She is strong because at 5 my teacher had me deliver a note to my mother that said I had problems learning and... Continue Reading →
Mulenga’s Diary; Chapter 2
Chileshe's Journal. I think this is stupid, Mulenga. I'm writing in my "diary", to myself(and now to you) and I'm more worried about punctuation than content. What does one write in a journal when one has the best female paramour in existence? This paramour being the one that later saves my life. I just used... Continue Reading →