Today I wished I had the perfect photographic memory, or better still, a more extensive vocabulary to capture the very essence of you. Continue reading
“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt? Continue reading
Around this time of the year I tend to get really introspective (more so than usual as reflection is seemingly a constant state of being for me). In all honesty, my mental life audit happens around mid to late Continue reading
“Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.“
On this day six years ago, that quote was my Facebook status. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
Close your eyes and count to ten,
then hope you never see Perfection again.
She dropped down dead at Improbable’s door.
You can’t be friends with her anymore.
©Assumpta Ozua Continue reading
Lions never lose sleep over the opinions of sheep”
That is my mantra for this month because: Continue reading
“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” – Dr Seuss Continue reading
Upon my return,
I held a page in my palm
tracing my fingers
across its lines
I murmured Continue reading
On the days when life is a vacuum,
a merciless vortex sucking up
the debris of resting dreams, Continue reading