A harsh realization

Clarity. I love to think my wants for the future are clear. That my goals are pretty clear, albeit still unfulfilled. I have always wanted to be a communicator. Me as an anchor. As a writer. As a customer care agent. As a PR. As a journalist. The list goes on. I thought it’d be…

long distance loving

”Do you still love me?” He asked as she ran a hand through his hair, her face inscrutable. She looked down at him. She could kill him so easily. All she had to do was bash him with her 10 pound laptop on the head over and over again. His head would make a splat…

A small scene (Fiction)

She stared at his pants cuff. All of a sudden she got a a strong violent dislike for those pants cuffs that was so visceral she almost threw up.  She used to want to wear jeans with three rolls of the pants cuffs because of him. Now, the sight of those cuffs filled her with…

On leaving.

The rains have started again. In Rwanda at least. The dark as sin soil,squelches around my feet as my toes are engulfed in slimy moisture and I know I should have worn boots instead of the artsy sandals I opted for. As I trod on, mired in the loam soil of my motherland, enriching chocolate…

FAQ

What I love is love. But what is love? Is it the late night calls where you say everything and anything that comes to your mind? Is it, the food dates, where when you first met you couldn’t take more than a few forkfuls as you trembled with suppressed emotions and trepidation of finally having…

Berating Tarzan

She tells you she doesn’t know what to do at a mall but you insist on taking her there anyway. She’s rural. She’s a village girl and proud! Why do you insist on enriching her experience when all she has is golden memories? Tell me, where did you find her? Was she snapping bubble gum and…

horror

He tweeted a thought that came into his mind at 3:00 am in the morning. Then he rolled over in drunken stupor and blacked out again. rrrr..rrrr….rrrrrr…. He knew something was vibrating but he wasn’t sure what it was. rrrrr..rrrrrrr….rrrrrr. His muddled mind took too long to register that it was a phone buzzing, and…

African ballad

Originally posted on a L'engle fan page:
I smell the air as you walk out. You smell like.. fresh bread. like vanilla and roses had a baby. You smell like a bath bomb. I love how you smell. I love you for your smell but that is not the only thing. I love you…

African ballad

I smell the air as you walk out. You smell like.. fresh bread. like vanilla and roses had a baby. You smell like a bath bomb. I love how you smell. I love you for your smell but that is not the only thing. I love you for thanking me. Every time I hand you…

A horror story (Fiction)

Twitter and coffee. That’s the theme of my life. The number of hours I’ve spent on Twitter, sipping kawaccino after kawaccino, cackling maniacally at a thread are shaming to be frank. Am I repentant tho? Will I stop? I don’t know, maybe the coffee. I remember when I first saw your account. I remember it…

Ode to my Infobahn fantasy

I’ve never seen your face. But I want to touch it. Let me see what it takes to make you gasp. I want you to explain something to me in a long winded, confusing way so I can stop listening and love you so hard because you trust me enough to be boring. I want…

Vehicular Sapiens, a study.

When I get a business card, I would like to be known as a citizen social scientist. It is only fair since I tend to spend a lot of my day empirically observing people and trying to understand them.(Also, learning the word empirically) Hear this, I do not claim to understand people; but I love…