It’s been a year exactly since you breathed your last, and I am still not sure how to feel about it all. Spaces of nothing, a vast inexplicable sense of nothing sits within me, refusing to budge in the slightest. You are gone. My final goodbye delivered over thousands of miles of water and land […]
Dear Asamoah, It took me a day to gather the broken pieces of my heart, dip one shard into a bottle of black velvet ink, and write out this letter to you. Yes, you broke my heart yesterday in such an unusual way. It was more painful than I expected, and I am still bleeding […]
Your machete cuts into me, my tears melt into my pain and my blood marries the two. You say my bones are precious, my colorless hair and my alabaster skin the answer to your money woes, But you do not see me, my pain, my fear… Your panga cuts into me,
He reached out and touched me, his cold hand snapping on my wrist as he asked me to dance to that riddim… I told him to get checked for anemia on account of his cold, cold hands… He tried to have a conversation
It’s 4 am, and I miss home. Home where I learnt to ride a bike on the trails tucked beneath that dusty hill known as Sang’alo. I miss home. Home where Luthuli fries were a staple after nights of frenzied alcohol-free dancing at hengs in Westie, Langata, Hurlingham or South B. Where the green of […]
I have a problem. I felt the urge creep up within me today. I fought it with all the affirmations that I assume are commonplace during addiction meetings. I have a problem. You see, I am past the first stage of utter, complete denial… I see my problem for what it is… an issue, a […]
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