Black woman sitting beside flowers

An Attitude of Gratitude

Day 9: NaPoWriMo

I drew a line above our heads. Packed this new ceiling with glass to stop our friendships’ progression.

Dear Boyfriend

On these lonesome coal-stained nights, when the air of silence and thick stench of latent indecision, lingers all around, threatening to upset her equilibrium,

My Sisters Keeper

Her father is not my own. My mother is not her own. Our surnames would never be synonymous and yet she is mine.

On Losing My Language

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.

Fail Fast, Fail Often

I like trying new things – ‘new’ to me, not necessarily new to the world. Take skiing and sky diving for instance,

Love After Love

The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

Growing Pains

For the days when your waistline feels more like a coastline,