DESOLATION UNTOLD

                                          “So this is it, no kiss, no hug?” “I guess so, we had it coming, love. It was just a matter of time. We did our best.” “I just feel like we could try more. Don’t you want to see it to the end?” “This is the end, we cannot go any further. This is the destination for us, …

AN EPISTLE TO MY FATHER

Hello, I heard that you were not a guy of intense greetings so I have to stick to that. I am writing this letter to appreciate what you have done for me so far, what I miss about you and reprieve of what I never got to learn from you. I know you are somewhere in the sky always listening, …

TO MY NEXT GIRL

Hello dear this might be the furthest we will ever go to connecting, so allow me to call you dear. Come to think of it, the name has no weight as it used to be. I hope you are great wherever you are, we are yet to meet but I am sure we will one day or even sooner. The …

TOO BROKEN

I looked at her and smiled. Dressed in a short flared red dress, she was ready for the date. Her eyelashes prominent for noticing, she was ready for tonight’s date. Seated across from me, she was silent awaiting the perfect moment to speak. This was my first time out after a series of failed relationships. I was here to have …

WELL PLAYED, KILISHA

I know this will find you well, you were one beautiful baby. I wish I had a picture of you, one I could rest on my chest as I try sleeping since insomnia has been my dose lately. It has now been a year since you left without notice or anything. You just snuffed out. I am lying on my …

A LETTER TO MY MOTHER

Hello, Mom. How are you doing?  Today I am going to address what I feel to be wrong in my whole existence as a human. I am going to let you in on secrets I have been holding back since I stepped into adulthood. Today I am going to let you know how your son deals with women. Today I …

THE LADY I CALL AFRICA

I sat down facing him. I wanted to look at him as he talked, trying to read his emotions. This was going to be one of the wonderful talks we would ever have. He had invited me to lunch. Juma wore a long Ankara shirt with prints of Africa all over it. It had that homely welcome though we met …