Creative Writings 

My Worst Hello and My Favourite Goodbye

Our paths crossed like fate planned it before time Our words clashed like two swords seeking upper hand Our feet tried to thread same path But our obvious different ideologies caused sparks on the land Your words pierced my core nature Shedding me of the cover that I hold dear Putting pressure to nullify what I nurture And you kept me constantly in need to be in the rear In shreds and tatters you strew my dignity Walking all over it with glint of pleasure in your eyes Gradually my…

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Creative Writings 

Even when the world treats me like trash, I’ve learnt to wear my heels with pride

Dinner today is at the L’acroius Hotel My attire for the night right in front of me. A short white dress with black polka dots A perfect reflection of my life, My perfect but not so perfect life. A life built in the rough, Like a gold and the refiner’s fire. A necessary but painful process. I’ve been made the hard way, I’ve had to learn the hard way, I’ve sure come a long way. It’s been worth all the pain, the fears and the tears. Because, I’ve learnt to…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

Papa, where were you? when we Trekked to school; no sandals nor shoes

    PAPA WHERE WERE YOU (To all run-away Fathers)   For the years we were fed with hunger And starved with food, For the years we celebrated Christmas With mere white rice Having no single touch of stew Papa, where were you?   Where were you when for miles We trekked to school, Paraded the coal mines Barefooted; no sandals nor shoes   My uniforms were worn out New ones mama couldn’t brew My classmates ditched out Threads of mockery, and made me a spool It was unbearable So…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

I have confidence in me because I was formed out of love

    I HAVE CONFIDENCE IN ME   Out of sentiments and familiarity My confidence and trust I laid on you With trust that all I am and will be All is safe with you That you are rock enough to hide me From the stormy waves of challenges But all was just in my head   It didn’t take a prophet to tell me That all was wishful thinking Your words as sharp as blades  Cut through my confidence and trust Left it all tattered shreds My flaws and…

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Creative Writings Fiction 

Fiction: The Peace the Crown Stole

The peace the crown stole, he wore like a medal; a reward for the hard years. He hadn’t a care in the world who offered it as long as he had it. It was the most valuable thing he had next to his mental capacity which he discovered was larger than he was made to believe by people around, by himself. Before he died he had called me and told me his life’s tale and as he did; he looked up at the paintings of Jesus and his disciples at…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

Poem: Where we live, we keep on celebrating Thieves

DECADENCE   Where we live We keep on celebrating thieves, Applaud them as our heroes past Even crown them Chiefs   The land in which we live is one of ironies The minister for health runs overseas In attempt to stitch his broken ribs. In our pharmacies poisons are sold Cheaper than medicines, Medicines costlier than gold   “Decadence, This is the situation we’ve found ourselves Where lecturers are always on strike, Yet they claim Our graduates are half baked. Permit me to ask, Do breads bake themselves?”   Decadence,…

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Creative Writings 

His eyes are shining with love and desire for you. You Of all people!

THIS V WORD As an art mart, Instagram, healthily counterbalancing its nartcissistic tradition of writers & emergency poets being entrapped in the bermuda triangle of love, loss & longing, also features as a near-pyrrhic reward, artists who somewhat arrived late at the initiation rites. Worthy of note is the realisation almost all of literature, and by consequence, life, is hooked on this thematic trifecta, but the intellectual aesthetic of the poetic microcosm has it that the witty-but-shitty, the pretty-but-petty reigns sovereign, posing the champagne problem between artists(your guess is as…

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Creative Writings Poetry 

Poem: Who says being Female is equal to being Weak

THE F-WORD, FEMALE I am female The vast population has structured me as frail Typical of me to unveil Continuously portray and act juvenile Putting up displays of being helpless With arms all thrown up in flail I am female That means I am typically opposite of male Every slightest discomfort makes me wail And probably everyone assumes My acts are old wives tale Naturally am prone to blackmail I am female Treated differently by different races But amidst their labels I remain most sought beautiful creation I represent the…

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Creative Writings 

Mama invested Everything in you but you still failed her

  MAMA SAID Mama had lost her husband years ago immediately you were born. You lost your two siblings to an unknown disease that broke out in your small community, but God singled you out. Mama suffered, shuffling between taking care of you and hunting for people to get money from in order to send you to the Community Primary School. During the rainy season, mama always stood and watched you sleep, because every other place in the hut was leaking. In the morning, she was always the first person…

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Creative Writings Non-Fiction 

Nonfiction: Empty Barrels Get Filled Too

“I wish you could see what I can see in you and love it all the way I do. – Self-esteem” -Natasha Dubalia   As humans, we have the tendency to impress, prove wrong and in the process prove our worth. We crave to be wanted, admired and accepted. God forbid it goes the other way. A lot of times, we are so eager to please, prove to the world that they are wrong. We are not what they say we are; we are not empty barrels. Forgetting the fact…

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