Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; View Post
I drew a line
above our heads.
Packed this new
ceiling with glass
to stop our friendships’
progression. View Post
Each time an aunty at a party asks me ba wo ni?
The real answer is a lodge in my throat.
I reply the way I know how; I am good aunty. View Post
“We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.” – Anonymous View Post
Sometimes, when I speak, my mother comes out.
Spontaneous cacophony I cannot control,
my trunk, encased in the fear of splintering your legacy,
coerced upright by transcendent heritage and pride;
tangible evidence that little brown girls fertilised by
faith, sacrifice, high expectations and love can
germinate into formidable forests, like you. View Post