Written by Ekyhills Adindu The girl in the mirror is a constant reminder. The face, the eyes, the nose and the mouth. Your beauty is the pain you live with, for it has followed you everywhere. As a child, you...
We were once kit and kin Seen everywhere, laughing all the time We were once kit and kin We were once kit and kin Strolling all the night, talking all the time We were once kit and kin ...
Our love is like the harmattan It comes and goes with seasons Our love is like the harmattan It blows and blows then dies Our love is like the harmattan Raging for a season and gone the next...
I sat by the curb My head buried in tears and apparent shame? I had watched as your car pulled away from the driveway Tears rolled as the dust you left behind settled I shivered albeit the sun knowing this...
Domestic violence in the home? It’s time to speak up I was vulnerable with you. Loving you made it so. Seeing my helplessness, You trampled upon my heart As cattle herd on lilies in search for food. Time is the...
She pushed her trolley nosily Her hips in sync with teacups She pushed her trolley nosily Her hips in sync with the teacups As they cranked with each movement Her brown skirt enough to make three of mine reminded me...