Have you ever heard people say: When you meet that person (the right person), you instantly know. Yea, I never really understood how that statement works until I learnt from the “SCREWS”. On Friday (January 26,2018), I was with a friend by name Amanda. She was sorting two lunch boxes filled with screws. I offered to help… Continue reading The Screws’ Tale
We died to live We lived to die Our ancestors died our death Now our brothers and children, Die the same death Who killed us? Oh! Who is killing us? We played outside in merriment and went to bed in joy Oh! We woke up across the ocean, In pains and chains Beaten and molested… Continue reading A Second Death
Love… It is beautiful It is perfect You dance in the dark with that special one while the world lights up at each other’s movement Love… It makes you happy It makes you want to count the stars with the name of the other radiating among others on the sky It is perfect It is… Continue reading Love & Its Break…
The word “failure” is scary? It is scary that we never want to imagine It happens, We cry, We ask questions, We push blames, We refuse to imagine the idea of failure actually becoming a reality Because? Yea, we are the reality of failure But, Hey! Do you know it could be temporary and yet… Continue reading Hey, Let’s Fail
While standing at the ticket stand in Queen’s Park station contemplating on the best ticket option that fits into my proposed busy schedule, I could not help but notice the serenity at the station. The atmosphere was nothing like a typical day at the station until my attention was drawn to a young beautiful lady… Continue reading Faces On The Train
The time is 2’0 clock on a potentially boring Thursday morning. The battle between my bed’s desire for my warmest attention and my laptop screaming with loads of articles to read and process into the category of potential articles for my thesis or to the trash, made me cry out in a plea for an… Continue reading How Easy Can I Crave For?
Hey, Can I reminisce about our story? Some call it a love story, Others call it a story of infatuation which was short lived You call it, Love I call it, A Tale of Perfection Love is beautiful It is a feeling that expands your heart, yet shrinks your heart to vulnerability Can I fall… Continue reading A Love Story