SAD YEARS

The year I turned five was when I started getting jealous of my sister, wanting all the things she had. That was the year my mummy gave birth to my brother and my daddy was so happy and he stopped travelling so often. That was the year I started going to Faith and Linda’s house…

Miracles.

Some Sundays ago, I was in church for an anointing service. I had served in the security unit ( this is weird. You know how your legs take you to places instead of your head? That’s how I joined the unit. I just walked and bam! I’m now a member) for the first service and…

Lost

Some days after I thought about running away and comfortable suicide attempts, I started doing ‘things’. Like I would put the bath gel on my toothbrush instead of  toothpaste. Or empty the refuse inside the WC instead of the bin outside. Or wear the right leg of my shoe on my left foot. Sometimes I…

Cheap

I attended a catholic secondary school, where we females wore beret to school Monday to Friday and caps on special Sundays. We weren’t allowed to make our hair. No braiding or fixing or threads. It was strictly low cuts. And our skirts – the ones the school gave us at resumption – had ‘artificial hips’…

Shortcomings

                                                                                                    Four to five months after all of the relationship breakups I’ve had in my life, my mind just wanders  to that time I was in the relationship. I’d just sit and think back about all the things that I said and that I thought were true at that point. About the things I did…

You’d think it’d be easier.

I wish at some point in my life, maybe when I was four, or ten, or nineteen, that my mum just sat me down and told me plainly that she had no idea what she was doing. Or that my dad told me that at some point another guy somewhere would try to force his…

The Mind’s Powers.

Yesterday I thought of running away. It’s not the first time I’ve had that thought this month. I even thought of suicide at some point. And by suicide, I knew that was straight to hell. But at that time, even the continuous sting of fire on the skin and the smell of burning flesh and…

Titled

This could be an introduction. It could be a first post that has absolutely nothing to do with me. But that’ll be unfair if nobody knows who I really am or what I look like. A friend once told me that I have the kind of beauty people don’t see until they get to talk…