They say “If you love it, you should let it go”

(picture diary below) Oct 19 2015 Dear self, If you’re still trapped by the romanticized idea that a man has to woo a woman first, then, by all means, keep mute about your feelings, take pride in giving no hints and wallow as the painful torture of your silence tumults your emotions and speed drives them…

Paranoia- Spoken Word

I attended an event yesterday where i had to perform a piece that I had just written. I haven’t done spoken word since 2012 so I was jittered like crazy. It turned out okay, however, so i decided to put it up on the blog. The transcript is below for those of my readers from…

Confessions of a Deranged Romantic

Dear Jamjam, Did you read the weather report? They say there’s an 80 percent chance it will snow today. This is awesome news; it never snows in Houston so you know how important this is to me…us. We can finally be together. I couldn’t go to bed last night. I’ve been up since 1am planning,…

Confessions

It’s 5:25am, the morning after Christmas; Strayerstown is still drowned in effortless sleep. There is pitch blackness and utter silence, Even the crickets seem to have gone to rest. My heart is racing, so I toss and turn, partly because my mild asthma, as the doctor called it, doesn’t seem so mild this winter, partly…

Atinuke #1 (Fiction Series)

Atinuke was only sixteen when she first realized she had fallen in love. It was Nnanna, her madam’s nephew that lived right across the street. He had walked into the driveway that sunny afternoon, his cap hanging loosely across his face. Atinuke didn’t notice his presence until he came close enough to give her a…

We’re just friends

She says I should resist the devil and not call him tonight. I look at her misguidedly, like a little child who has been denied an extra ball of akara. I don’t need to hear it from her, I already told myself that I wasn’t going to call him anyways, that it was the smart,…