Flames

​There she was crying in the darkness, Bounded by chains, drowning in her tears, In a prison of her own doing, The repercussions of her damaging actions, Pale, scared, half-dead, wishing for it all to end. He rode on his horse to save her, Fought to break her chains and set her free, But it … Continue reading Flames

Contrast – Four Coloured Girls

Photo Credit: André Henrique Matta A girl whose beauty lies deep within her, but doesn’t have the courage to bring it out. A girl who hides away from society because she can’t fit into the size zero underwear. A girl who goes through mental torture, trying everything possible to make sure she is the right size … Continue reading Contrast – Four Coloured Girls

His Tears

I saw a video, a terrible video that my heart aches and hurts, I have sweaty palms and I am really scared. So a man drives into the bank premises wanting to deposit his money, his hard earned money. He probably has giving up a lot more than necessary to make as much as that … Continue reading His Tears

The Rains

At The Riverbank

The early morning sky was as dark as the night that had just passed, painted with heavy clouds. The freezing air was clouded  with dust and dry leaves as the wind blew them like a hurricane. Bimbo braved the eerie weather and ran to the stream a couple of miles away to fetch the water … Continue reading At The Riverbank

Karma’s Revenge

 Tick-tock, goes the clock Time, they say, waits for no man But like a groom on the altar awaits his wife So does woe, those who doth sow strife.   Cluck-cluck, goes the Cock Another day to wallow, or a new day to work One man rises where another man falls Does time and chance … Continue reading Karma’s Revenge

Awele

Tender in age, rigid in wisdom and stature She renders in haste comfort and affection Egghead innate, needs no school to pasture Triumphant she'd be with more vision and revelation. A lil' poem I write you to tease and appease With warmest regards I seek you to please Elated, delighted, oh joy! It's her birthday! … Continue reading Awele

Cravings…. Addiction…. Pleasure!

All I want right now is you. All I can think of is how I’m going to have my fill of you when you are finally in my arms. I always look forward to our meetings and now I'm waiting patiently while you prepare yourself for me in the other room. Even though you are … Continue reading Cravings…. Addiction…. Pleasure!

Addicted (II)

‘A-a, Baba-o, wetin I do now?’ Baba-o went ahead to regale us of the drama that had played out the previous evening, when, as one of the spectators of our training session, he was leaving through the remaining entrance when he was accosted by a certain woman. Make no mistake; it was as if Baba-o … Continue reading Addicted (II)

Addicted (I)

‘Ike! Ike!’ The ball rolled to my feet at average speed, and with high prospects, I expertly controlled it to a stop. I looked up and there was Obi, the burly central defender, charging at me, trying to decipher my next move with the ball. His breath came in short sharp gasps and could be … Continue reading Addicted (I)

Procession On A Good Friday

I remember seeing you that day, I watched you laughing as my flesh was torn away in my great tribulation, my dripping blood and disfigured body brought no sympathy from you, instead, your hands met each other in joyful applause while your heart lept in drunken jubilations. I remember the feel of your spit on … Continue reading Procession On A Good Friday

To The Best Mother Heaven Could Offer

It sure would take more than mother's day to celebrate you Without you, just how much could I do? I celebrate you every day of my life Blessed indeed is the man who took you for a wife! What better motherhood is there, Than a woman whose heart is full of love so dear She's … Continue reading To The Best Mother Heaven Could Offer

Through The Sands Of Time

6:30 am *Alarm rings* He gets up from his bed and kneels down to pray to God, thanking the almighty for another day. Asking for his mercies and favours for the day. 6:45 am He hops into the shower, singing his favourite and Grammy award-winning song. Yes! Another wonderful live performance for his cheering fans … Continue reading Through The Sands Of Time

The Other Guy

“What will you have today, Young Sir?” the waitress asked while pouring hot coffee into his mug. “The usual.” He replied, not looking at her but looking instead at the other guy. The other guy, too, was staring at him intensely. They didn’t know each other, yet the contest had been on for weeks now, … Continue reading The Other Guy

The Persistence of Neon, A Short Story

Writings By Ender

When she entered the room I noticed her eyes eyes first. They were bright blue and held a secret. She smiled at the clerk at the counter. She came every weekend accompanied by two bodyguards but they weren’t the expected sort of guard, rather two tall men, one rather large and the other openly armed with a pistol. The round bodyguard had his t-shirt tucked accentuating his beer-bloated gut. The woman always dressed the same black mermaid dress despite the weather.

The dim, orange light of our brothel did not take away from the brightness of her eyes. They were crystals but the kind people would use to absorb evil energy. The woman’s name was Raquel and she boasted a peculiar appetite of degrading, violating and abusing android women. Government bodies made this practice, as well as brothels, legal when they deemed us androids as merely tools and accessories without…

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