It was one of those days. You know, days you felt a little bit below standard. You’re quite sure you’re not the hottest creature breathing through life, but still you know there have been days when you got people to ogle at the charm you exuded. However, there are exceptions and God help you … More Tale Of Me.
He watched with admiration from his balcony as she stormed into the building. There was something about how vivacious she walked today. It seemed as though she was a combination of the storm and the whirlwind – fiercely attractive, a little bit terrifying he would say, but all that didn’t break his resolve to want … More Impaled heart
Exercise is good. Practice makes perfect they say. Life has thrown me into boxes and corners that has left me underutilising the writing muscle. This week, with the help of some good friends who provided writing cues, I played around with the cues to come up with these short posts. Enjoy! Hopefully, I should be … More Flexing the writing muscle again.
Dear Hero, Don’t smile cause I never actually called you that in real life. I might not have said that four-letter word to you, but there’s no argument to the fact that you’re one superhero God used to groom me. And not just me of course. Today makes it 5 years dad. Five years just … More A letter to my superhero.
It was a cool Saturday. Not exactly cool per se when you have to work practically for the full weekend, but it was cool nonetheless. It was one of those Saturdays where you just woke up feeling great, beautiful, positive and bubbling regardless of what might actually be going on in your starved stomach or crying … More Stay cool, stay awesome! 😎
I think I know what’s wrong with me. Lool. And I think I don’t too. Let me help you understand, life has been happening so fast and all in a rush that it feels like I’m beginning to lose the writer in me. Well… Yes… I don’t plan to stop writing but there’s actually something … More So it’s me again… And this time I come bare.
“I had been mama’s boy. Do not misinterpret me, I was not the only child of my parents neither was I the only son. I had four siblings and no, I was not the last child of the family if you are beginning to think that. I was the third child of my parents but … More JUST ONE
As she sipped the last bits of her Fanta, a smile travelled from Bibi’s heart through her lips to her eyes. It was a smile that screamed content, peace, happiness and warmth all at the same time. The movie was almost over, but unlike the numerous laughing bouts they had shared along with others in … More NOW and ALWAYS – A Short Story
“Where have you been?” Mother’s voice startled me, I had not expected her to be back so soon. What was she doing home this early? She was hardly ever home, she was barely here. How could she be here now? “Can’t you talk?” She asked again. The hoarseness of her voice scared me. I wanted to … More My “only” crime
You’ve been told a lot of beautiful things, but they underplayed the “ugly” intertwined with the beauty. They failed to remind you of the bad and gory details. They failed to mention how he became an outcast, a criminal, an outlaw. They failed to mention how he was termed crazy and mad. Nobody said anything … More All these and more