The Utopian Fantasy
This piece comes from a place of love and from empathy. I write it because I feel like I have so many words and they are gagging me, stuck at my throat and adamant at getting out… My soundboard needs a soundboard. Perspective I was once accused of being a loner. I enjoy […]
“I belong deeply to myself.”― Warsan Shire The first time I read Warsan Shire’s “Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”, I read it from a defensive stance. I was mad at quite a number of things, humans included. More so, my then boyfriend who had taken it upon himself to declare that being his girlfriend, […]
(These were taken on my phone at Coffee Casa) This is another one of those. I have been battling with publishing this post. It has been seated as a draft for close to three months now. Writing this one has been especially hard because it seems to target […]
You have one body… All your life! You have one body… All your Life! I cannot say this enough!! You have one body…Just one. Your entire life! You are the one you are stuck with, your entire life!! For the longest time, that felt like jail. I mean, being stuck with myself felt more like […]
I have lost it! Focus that is… I have lost it and I am beginning to think I have never had it. This is a post on hard life lessons on finding this lost trait. I am one of those kids. The kids they told from way too early in life that they are really […]
This feeling makes me feel bold Makes me feel special, like two teaspoons of gold Makes me feel wanted, like a jewel a-hold Makes me feel yearned for, in its slavery I’d gladly be sold This feeling makes me want to fly Takes my breath away and makes me sigh Never knew anything, in beauty, […]
Hello, I am The Utopian Fantasy and I am an IT Fanatic. I remember I once tried studying Medicine and I believed I had a calling, to help people. I still believe I do have that calling, that need to make people’s lives just a tad bit better, just not in the medical field. Forget […]
I was not happy. I had not been happy for the longest time.I was the type of sad that dreaded life. I was growing into a bleak shadow of my self. My self drive was Kaput. I could not stand my days, they were characterised by a total lack of will to do anything and […]