Solitude should be man’s best friend
A chance to get away from it all
To breathe a sigh of relief
To ride our train of thought clear past the threshold of our imagination
To embrace the silence and to revel in it Continue reading Words| Intoverted thoughts #1
I may be smarter than I let on
Or maybe not, you’ll never know
When I descend into long periods of silence
I may be thinking
Then again, I may not be Continue reading Words| Introverted thoughts #2
Today the sky is blue without a cloud insight , the sun is bright, the ocean is a glorious blend of green and blue , the waves are so calm and gentle they slowly fade into the white sand creating a breathe taking collision of beauty. a testament to the greatest artist known to man. It’s like the perfect song to a beautiful day .simply ironic. Continue reading Words| Dear Charlotte
Reveling in the pain of someone who wronged me shouldn’t feel so good,
But it does,
The laughter I emit when I hear them cry shouldn’t sound so sweet,
But it does,
Continue reading Words| The Weak’s Cry
It’s not a scar
It’s a reminder
Of a time when u & I
Were more than pronouns
More than just names to an old list
It’s a reminder of a time
When the sun went with all our dreams
And the moon made sure it brought them back every night
Whether it was full half or new
Didn’t matter to us
Continue reading Words| Scar
I’m a cheeky little monkey; always been. I’ve always tried to find the most possible way of bending rules without breaking them. Or staying close enough to the line for it to be forgivable. It’s been a fun game. It’s been a risky game. But it’s been a game either way, exciting in a fearful and expectant way at the same time. It’s magical. It’s terrifying. It’s almost impossible. Continue reading Words| Life
I find fault in the use of ‘African’ as a prefix to words like Alchemist, or Boy, or King. I understand our current predicament. I understand that calling oneself an alchemist only arouses the image of a bearded old man – a white man. Our history was white-washed and our mindsets enslaved by nursery rhymes. It is our identity that was chained and taken away on dhows to the lands we once conquered. We were forced to return as servants. Our gold ornaments hidden away in vaults, our hair called shaggy, our beards trimmed to please the “Suh”. Continue reading WORDS| Black James Bond
In the language of the unknown
You can’t keep dancing with the devil, and ask why you’re still in hell.
Hell, is when my best dreams and worst nightmares have the same people in them
I’m in a good school, I may get an A in my exams,
I may go to a good university…
I have valid dreams
Continue reading WORDS| Unknown Language
Some days are special. Some days you wake up and you notice the birds chirping outside your window. These are the kind of days when you really feel that the world has the potential to be beautiful. That it was indeed intended to be a garden with rivers of honey and gold flowing freely. That all men were destined to be equal, to eat fruit and to pet cheetahs; to weigh the world between their ears, to mull over the balance that is needed in the animal kingdom and to ponder upon the issues that arose the previous day – the smaller animals’ complaints against the larger ones. To meditate. To reason. To think.
Continue reading Words| This Thing
“What if I was wrong?”
That’s the question that scares me to my bones. It’s the feeling I get just as I’m about to do something big.
“What if I wasn’t?”
That’s the second scariest question. Damn. It’s like I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
That’s the thing with dreams; you never know until you try. But nobody really tells you how hard it is to try. How hard it is to get that first foot off the ground and place it a few inches ahead of yourself, when you can’t see the ground you’re stepping onto.
What if there’s thorns? What if there’s quicksand?
“But what if it’s everything I ever imagined it would be?” Sometimes you almost feel stupid to harbor such a hope. To look at all the odds, and go against the current in chasing your dreams. And to keep in mind that it’s a lifelong journey and things could change any day. Any minute. Any second.
Continue reading Words| Dreams