Lust, Hope and Lost. (English and Sierra Leone creole)


We sat down and spoke about many things in a sparse time, from shelved dreams and move-ons’ to tilted relationships and speed runs. Then a tinted SUV drove by, dropping out that Betelgeuse ‘out of reach’ type of girl that crutches on crushed hearts leaving everyone jelly legs crippled. Switching gears from the sweet rideContinue reading “Lust, Hope and Lost. (English and Sierra Leone creole)”

MASKS


I once journeyed to a land where memories and emotions could be bought. It’s denizens woke up as familiar strangers to their neighbours every morning. Ah! Such joy for new beginnings. I purchased a few smiles here and a tranquil package there; coated with vintage pills of fleeting nostalgia. When it was time to depart,Continue reading “MASKS”

No Care


She expected smiles filled with warmth and echoing laughter, so loud that it would awaken and rival the joy of lunchtime in nursery school, for in her mind, his textual attraction was the fuel that lit up her days more than her phone charger did. Two blue ticks worthier than 50 greys, late night convos laced with kinkyContinue reading “No Care”

The Word. Poets.


We bleed in multi colors of timeless moments in the caverns of gold and coal of min’d thoughts, Painting a canvas of emotions so bright that a dying star going supernova will blush as it kisses a black hole goodnight. If and when the block kidnaps our muse, We’ll chisel out of it’s prison bars and sculpt images betterContinue reading “The Word. Poets.”

In The Moment


savour now and every moment for it serves the sweet tasting dessert of memories that lasts forever gazing into that beautiful sunset as the sky kisses the ocean or the brush of your lover’s lips that ignites  fiery passion  mixed with the smell of coffee at dawn after late nights  of dreams tossed down the flowing waterfall emotions  ofContinue reading “In The Moment”

Cosmic Logic


She was a swift one, graceful like a cheetah in custom high heels you couldn’t take your eyes off her, in her gaze men found demise in their lust to own her as a trophy yet they were left petrified permanently piqued medusa tinged brazilian hair flowing way below her nape accentuated her shapely hillcutContinue reading “Cosmic Logic”