This isn’t exactly the next post I envisioned for my blog but like the saying from my overused piece of art, “WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE” whoever said what will be, will be, didn’t mean what you want, will be“, so writing this kinda feels right. I wish someone or my parents told me with full honesty the reality
I stressed the “e” out of his name, which in its entirety means love. This was a person I thought I was hopelessly in love with a couple of months. Time reveals. Once upon a time, I felt a heavy burden in my heart, I couldn’t breathe, I felt numb to the point I wanted to just go. Writing this
This is a question I ask myself sometimes because if I am not drinking wine, I am either drinking African bitters. People say addiction is a means to escape, for me, I call it a mental distortion. In the equation is the presence of edibles but I worry about how many calories I’ll have to consume just to feel like
Before you clicked “read”, you may have expected some story about my personal environment or community. Well, no, I am talking about The Neighborhood Artist residency in Bariga. I was opportune to discover it, thanks to the handsome mop hair who out rightly calls himself an asshole… He wishes. My first invite was for a movie screening- a documentary of
Most creatives have flexible time, some still on the journey of securing career capital but in all, we humans all need Time Out. I guess this is why we have the Sabbath day – for rest. We all need time out from family, friends, social media and social noise. Not insinuating that they are bad for us but intense reflection
This piece is as random as the subject matter suggests. (Well consistency is key! Welcome to another Wednesday!!!!) I originally planned to dish out a bag of words on black psychology but life happened… Life happened that I had a session and got ill before I could voice my delectable poem. Life happened that I’m feeling weak,maybe hungry but just