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Dear 25 year old me

You took a gamble and gave hope other shoot, left everything that seemed promising to return to a place that left you wondering if you were fit to function. Whenever I look at you, I see a young woman trying to defy the odds. I see a person trying to exercise her fully functioning prefrontal… Continue reading Dear 25 year old me

Poetry

Manual

Life, something we can never fully prepare for. Like many, I had to learn the hard way, not so great choices weighing on my conscious. If only there was a manual to prepare you for all this. Maybe there is, I just didn't have the privilege to have access to it. See life is very… Continue reading Manual

His World

Storytime (stranger things)

I killed a bird when I was a kid...By mistake of course. I should have been about four or five years old,And I did the strangest thing a kid that age could even think of doing. I buried it and made a cross from pieces of grass I had picked up.A young kid inhabited by… Continue reading Storytime (stranger things)

His World · Poetry

Be Still

Stillness:the absence of movement or sound.A calm, quiet, motionless state. In a fast-paced world where lies travel faster than truths and harsh words faster than words that soothe,We all ought to learn the art of being still,The skill of having ears that filter the words we are fed and the habit of keeping our mouths… Continue reading Be Still

Diary of a hopeless romantic - short story

Decisions

18 seems to be that age where most decisions have to be made: which college to go to, to stay home or live elsewhere, how to express the new acquired freedom that comes with being "of age". The life of an 18 year old is somewhat more complexed than it seems. Safi would have her… Continue reading Decisions

Poetry

Rollercoaster

Going through the motions, clickers reaching the top, senses heightened then... the disconnect What just happened? A constant thought in her mind See, she's use to this, emotions her theme park, the showstopper - the connection ride Unplugging her best trait, the skill she has mastered over these years. Pretence, her playground, the ability to… Continue reading Rollercoaster

Poetry

Grown up kid (true story)

I was so used to her dancing to the songs I loudly played in our car rides, that's when a tide of emotions would wash away her sadness, but this time she was unable to hide the torment in her mind... So I lowered the volume and looked at her; "put your seatbelt on", I… Continue reading Grown up kid (true story)

Poetry

Intentions

She looks him in the eyes to find the gate to his soul She looks right at him, filtering through his motions seeking his emotions She looks and wonders is he genuine? A question many of us ask ourselves when meeting a him Afraid to fall into the trap of lack of mutual understanding We… Continue reading Intentions

Poetry

The one

This is a letter to you, Bearer of my heart, pulse within my vessels, nucleus to my happiness. I had always imagined characteristics you would posses; quarter man, quarter angel, quarter prince, quarter warrior with a dash of those Idris Elba physic marinated with some Russell Wilson generosity & kindness. My pillow, my best friend,… Continue reading The one

Poetry

Sigh

Everyday I sit on my bed, starring at my ceiling, Dreaming of a life, a life that may never come true. They say to have hope, to keep on believing. Little do they know that faith doesn't come easy to the ones with continuous racing minds. In my little life of experience, I have learned… Continue reading Sigh