Posted: November 29, 2015 in Uncategorized

She married herself away today,
She traded away her name,
She took the seal of the beast,
She sold herself to be his.



Dear Johnny .

Posted: November 21, 2015 in Uncategorized

Source: Dear Johnny .

Posted: November 20, 2015 in Uncategorized

Please hold this fragile heart
Keep it warm from all the years
Gone awaiting a lost love
Melt it in the heat of your essence
Your essence reviving what is left
Of its webbed wrinkled forlorn face,
Please hold this heart.


Oh well

Posted: July 14, 2015 in Uncategorized

Don’t ask me what inspired this. I don’t know myself.

Maybe sadness is earned judging from past mistakes…
Maybe it is deserved, judging from present ones.
Maybe a good name is a curse and virtue it’s repercussion.
Maybe all we say conflict as our speech to our hidden thoughts.
Maybe to love is to hate and to hate is to keep love.
Maybe a writer’s bowel never empties but the richness of it’s worth lies in the stinkiest fate.
Maybe the world is not as we know it,
Maybe it revolves in reverse.
Because evil kills till there is but one man
And the one’s name shall be everyone’s shame.



Posted: June 25, 2015 in Uncategorized

This is a piece for all the”unclaimed” babies, infants and children out there. God loves you. And though you may not know your biological parents, know you have a heavenly Father who is watching over and has good plans for you.
You are not a mistake but a blessing to this world and we are honoured to have you.
This is the truth.

They called me daughter,
Of whom? To whom?
Nobody ever claimed
My slimy self
From whence I lay.
Did any beg me to stay?
Yet, they call me daughter.
Of whom? To whom?


(This picture was not uploaded to spite or mock anyone.) Everyone young and old  deserves a chance to live.


Rebirth ; The Remembering.

Posted: June 20, 2015 in Uncategorized

Memoirs Of A Logophile

Hi, dearies, I’m sorry I haven’t posted for a while, don’t worry, I have a very good excuse this time.. *mops forehead*. So, two weeks ago, ehn, I had malaria and typhoid, last week, the malaria cleared, and it remained only the typhoid, but your home girl was sha managing. That is how, earlier this week o, I got another bout of fever and nausea, and when my father heard, guy just went,

” I hope you are not pregnant”.

Biko, how do you respond to that. O ye parents of little faith.

Turns out it was GIT infection, my days of buka chop chop are over.
So, here I am, on my sick bed, recuperating, when an old friend, a very good friend, if I may add sends me a story, and oh dear me, ah wuz so blown away, I wheedled my way into sharing it on here…

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You may not read, really.

Posted: June 13, 2015 in Uncategorized

  It’s a really big deal for me putting my works online. Maybe its because I don’t like the idea of people being in my head… Following my thought process a few words down. Heck I don’t even like reading my works… I’m a chicken, I know. -_- However, I’m learning to share. I may not be consistent, I may cower away again, but I’m learning…learning to share.
With that being said… Here goes…