Sitting by a fireplace, puffing my cigar, I watch the smoke swirl through my cottage as the mouthpiece of the tobacco sits on my thin, cracked lips. My thoughts engulf me, only disturbed by my housekeeper. “Sir, your breakfast is ready!” she screams from the other room. “What?” I yell. “Breakfast!” she screams back […]
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In my dreams, I see you. I hear your voice. I feel your presence. You are my guiding angel, and your everlasting smile brings me joy. Your afro, with its shiny and beautiful hair, has grown, and I wonder how you still manage to take care of it. I remember how women used to stretch
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As I walk through the dust road, my eyes hurt due to the dust particles getting in my eyes. Sweat is dripping on my forehead as it gets poured from the unseen heavens.My eyes tearing down while I carry on the this even pathway.My ability to see gets obscured, I wonder whether it’s the dust
It’s been a long time since I have seen a chameleon in my village. Whenever I see them, I learn more about its thoughts of colours. The chameleon colours are as loud as an irritating whistle kettle on a coal stove. They’re as bright as spring sunflowers and sometimes as dull as poorly arranged mosaic
It’s been a week since I arrived back in my village. I was glad to arrive at a place I once called home. From my long journey on my oxcart, the scorching sun and lifeless vegetation greeted me with more enthusiasm than my friends. “Welcome home” a crackly voice greeted me. My arms opened wide to
