“When love fucks you up…what else is it that can make you feel better but more love?” – warsan_shire

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning, Sanctified day where even the air has a certain peaceful whizz to it, so as to keep worries at bay and holiness to be the only scent. Morning light, seeping in through the window, sneaking a peek at white sheets that go oh so well with the glow of the brown picturesque bodies … More Sunday Morning

flames.

Unceasing fires, Molten lava burning through fatigued hearts. Hearts that have grown tired of breaking And being sown back together, Each time With multicolored threads Unceasing fires, Molten lava burning through fatigued bodies Bodies tired of waking up next to different souls Souls who hold them ever so tenderly at night Only to walk out … More flames.

Americanah

So remember that Christmas wishlist i posted a couple of weeks ago? Well one of the books on the list was my absolute fave, Chimamanda’s Americanah which i have searched endlessly for in bookstores in and around Gaborone. I finally found it in a cute little bookstore in Rustenburg this weekend, and for the past … More Americanah

Homage To my hips

homage to my hips BY LUCILLE CLIFTON these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they … More Homage To my hips