Sacred cradle.

Muttering in sleep, letting out open secrets. A locket made out of oyster shells, I’d gladly share with her. Coming home to meet her pretty face, is like sunshine through the rain.   Took his sperm, and stored for purpose. Amidst the pains and the screams, I can’t say she bore me with ease as … More Sacred cradle.

Frenemy – Part II

1 year later Jingle playing: you’re listening to Wrek 91.1 FM, Quality, Diverse Programming DJ Ray King: you stilled tuned in to Wrek 91.1 before the music break my co-host just got some good news for y’all Ms. Renée: yeah some good news folks, if you’ve been listening to us last year, on season 2 … More Frenemy – Part II

Frenemy – Part I

“Cle, what’s the time now?” asked Jamal. “I don’t know” I answered. “But you have a watch on your wrist so what do you mean you don’t know?” he looked at me in a weird way. “I don’t know because it doesn’t work dummy!” I snapped back at him. He chuckled and threw his dirty … More Frenemy – Part I

Tick Tock…

Ok so, What tick tocks ?   Time they say flies; to abroad or not, no one knows. If time really flies, do we then call it a bird or a fly?   Time in the eyes of many seems short for as long as life treats them bad. Apart from the fact that time … More Tick Tock…

Nostalgie!

Today I thought of when You and I were together. Like a stalk, you were my petal. Like when I made you so happy you forgot how to spell “sad”. Now we keep drifting apart. Believed that you were not the one for me, rather the right one for me. But now loneliness sets in … More Nostalgie!

STRUGGLES

Author- B.Babs Growing up, goodbye mostly meant; see you soon, catch you later, etc. The health worker however thinks it’s a fallacy. Instead of zapping out the pain, it sharpens it. What’s so good about a goodbye? Is it cutting the fun? Or the prospect of departure? What makes a “goodbye” good? To the health … More STRUGGLES

Tickles!

I could journey far north or south just to get you a chrysanthemum. Propose my love to you looking into your aqueous humour.   An asinine; I’m not. Speech is silvern- silence is golden. Choose my words correctly and lay them straight in front of you. Im placeing you on a high pedestal; so brace … More Tickles!