I’ve been procrastinating on writing. The idea that I could be over sharing or pouring out parts of me that seem too vulnerable and feel like I’m setting myself up for pain keeps haunting me. I constantly feel the need to sit down and just pour out my heart, you know, to be vulnerable- not …
I used to want you so bad, now I want so much more than you that I’m not sure I even want you anymore. Even if I did want you, I’m sure I wouldn’t want what you were, not as you were and probably not how you are now. Grow. I need you in your …
I wrote this post on the 15th of November 2017. I did not publish it. Publishing it felt like I was admitting to failure and much as I’d like to think I am fearless, admitting to failure is not something I would readily do. It means that …
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, …
We all have experienced different things in our lives. These experiences, good or bad shape our reactions, behaviours and interactions with those around us. My reaction to this yellow ribbon story is just one of those experiences. Sweets (my mummy) is always on time for every single event that I invite her to, especially if …
I miss meals cooked in earthen pots over a three stone fire!! Hello, I know, it has been a while. And no, I do not have a legitimate excuse and I am sorry. I… I miss meals cooked in earthen pots over a three stone fire!! Lemme explain… I lived with my grandmother for a while when …
