Cruising through life

  HOW SAD FOR U How sad for you  I would’ve fought for you  i would’ve built with you  i would’ve torn for you i would’ve cried with you  i would’ve waited for you  but you killed your dream  & made me your scorn  you shot me instead  how sad for you  how sad for you  you crashed down all your sins & laughed in my face you spat in my drink you trampled my hand waged war in my realm & spoke callously  did you really hate me that much  how sad for you i waved my white flag i let you take the win but you lost instead  how sad for you you trampled my hand but lost both your arms how sad for you  now  you gasp for air and i hope  you find your breath again

  I saw your book I did not want to judge it by its cover But my human nature took precedence And I did I stayed away Until your pages were flicked open before me And I became curious The writing was meshed to my liking The phrases were etched in my mind And I began to ask Who are you? What is your story?  If I am granted the favour  I would like to know you I would like to know your lines  Read in between them Know your phrases Use them  Know your phases When they change Know what you blot out And why And then maybe, I will let you see my book How the sentences are imperfect  But the story isn’t  How the words can be gruesome  But the not the sentences I may let you know my phrases And let you in on a secret That my book never ends It only changes That my dirty little secret is that  I am not the real author of my book But I may ask the author to reveal themselves Maybe even add you in the book However you...

  WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR? I saw you in red for the first time. Awestruck does not begin to describe how perplexed I was when I laid my eyes on you. I finally understand what the phrase, takes my breath away, means Because the minute I exhaled, I froze in the moment to encapsulate the radiance before me I wonder, do you know how gleam you look in red? Was it intentional to wear red or was it the design of the fit that intrigued you? Wow! They could never pay me to look away Your demeanour is different too It feels unreachable Much like royalty In this moment, you are royalty A million questions are fighting for the forefront of my brain But only one is recurring Like a bad song on replay “What is your favourite colour?” I would much like it to be red But since this is the first time seeing you in it I would argue not Is it black? To match your dark brown eyes? I wonder if it is aqua Like your favourite dress You love luscious ...

  A NEW LOVE INTEREST I want to take this moment to formally apologize to anyone who met me in 2021 and the former part of 2022. Now we can look back and laugh, can’t we?   I look back at the girl I was and finally I can forgive her and give her so much grace. I have mentioned in one of my articles that I have been bullied before, but I have never necessarily spoke about how I got through it. It goes back to an old proverb that says, ‘you fight fire with fire.’ Yes, I may or may not have mutated into a bully. It happened whenever I was triggered by anyone or anything. I simply raged! The only problem was it was not only other people that I raged against, but I did it to myself. I bullied myself.   This year, as I have gotten closer to God, I have seen love. Love in its perfect form. You know how when you love someone you start assimilating similar characteristics and begin loving what they love. I started seeing myself as God sees me. I wondered why anyone would...

                         MY RED LETTER WEEK In primary school, we would often be given assignments to write a composition about a red-letter day. In other words, a day that you will never forget. I always wrote out of imagination and wondered what it would be like to write about a actual day that was so fleeting that I could never forget it. Not a good thing in a day, not an hour in a day but a whole 24-hour day. I am fortunate to say that not only can I say that this day has come but the good Lord turned the day into a week. So here, dear primary school teacher, is a short composition of my red-letter week: I woke up at the crack of dawn, as it was my norm since adulting responsibilities fell on my shoulders, on a mundane Wednesday when I received a very interesting call from my Pastor to see if I could join a group of ambitious souls in spreading the gospel in another ci...

  FOR SUCH IS LIFE “What the hell are you doing with your life?” If this is a game can we please press pause. I could barely breath. My head was spinning but I wasn’t dizzy. My heart was racing, and my vision became a little blurry. So, this is what a panic attack feels like! I grabbed onto my chest as I tried to calm my mind. “You will figure it out” For as long as I can remember, I wanted to move abroad. It was my dream since I saw the light of day. I also wanted to do music. In all honesty I did not care what I sang as long as I was on stage and the crowd never booed me out. Granted, I was never a naturally born singer, however I persisted to hold concerts in the shower and in my living room when I was home alone or not, I cannot remember at this point. I constantly troubled my poor father to get me in the studio, but did he know where to start? Anyways, an artist moved into one of our rentals and my dad got me a session with him. I have never been angrier at my father. Ho...