Life Lessons, Random

An Open Letter to the Creepy Man on My Commute This Morning

Dear Formaldehyde, Can I call you that? This morning you made me feel like disappearing. Your ceaseless staring was not a compliment. You see, it stops being that when you, unsmiling and more castle than cottage in stature, choose to permanently fix your gaze on a stranger and not turn away. Not once. I am… Continue reading An Open Letter to the Creepy Man on My Commute This Morning

Life Lessons, Poetry

When Your Parents Stay Winning, It Is Easy to Feel Like You’re Losing

"When the stallion of loneliness rides over you And the scream of despair swallows hope Take the armour of humility in your left hand And sword of tears in your right hand And be wary of your ego And careful of the hidden revenge And when you migrate in darkness Take shelter under the torch… Continue reading When Your Parents Stay Winning, It Is Easy to Feel Like You’re Losing

Life Lessons, Poetry

How To Die of a Broken Heart

Some women are half empty vessels, allowing any man to dilute and fill them. Unaware that they can never be safe in his unsteady palms. He will spill you both. ©Assumpta Ozua 2016 Last night I watched How To Die of a Broken Heart by Femi Martin. Ever since Femi mentioned this project on Facebook about… Continue reading How To Die of a Broken Heart

Life Lessons, style

The Problem With Looking Expensive

Earlier today, I had a 20 minute conversation with a really lovely lady who I [sadly] only see and speak to sporadically, at any length. The sweet lady in question periodically reminds me of what is right with the world – but that is a discussion for another time. In the middle of a busy… Continue reading The Problem With Looking Expensive

Life Lessons, Poetry

In The Midnight Hour

Somewhere between wake and sleep sleep and wake I led impatient ink to a patient page and penned this insomniacs poem. Whilst my house sat still on its ageing plot and all within slept silently blissfully unaware of my night terrors, I stared boldly into the quasi darkness of my room choked by unnecessary worldly… Continue reading In The Midnight Hour