‘Untitled’ | Poem

Looking through old notes, I found this poem I wrote almost exactly 12 years ago and thought I'd share 😎. As I read it now, I wonder what was going through my mind when I wrote it. What's your interpretation of this poem? Climbing high up in trees Racing very fast on horseback, Feeling all…

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Never Enough – A Short Story

Soft laughter filled the night sky, rolling through the tree branches as shadows danced in the cloudless night. Little feet patted this way and that, little voices trailing behind. All seemed calm and serene. No one could tell what was coming. *** Straightening after tucking the long end of her shoelace into her shoe, Ladi…

My Very First Crush 😎

It was 2002 or 2003 and I was in primary four or five. It was December and we were preparing for the end of the year school party which would include a play about the birth of Jesus, among other things. The teacher made the announcement about the play and asked everyone who was interested…

A New Beginning – 365

I was looking through my journal entries from my secondary school and university days and I was surprised by a number of things. First off, a boy from secondary school whom I barely remember ever seeing in school was crowned most handsome in the entire school by my 15-year old self. Then I travelled a…

To Post Or Not To Post

February this year marked twenty years since my mother passed away. That's almost all my life. As significant as this is, I've spent even more time than usual wondering how different my life would have been if she was here. And I’ll tell you a secret - I've caught myself feeling sad that I don't…

Blowing Out Candles

Recently, a conversation I once had with my dad has been coming to mind. I can't remember the context of the conversation but I vividly remember an experience he shared. I'll share a little background to shed perspective on this story he told. I've always wondered about the inevitability and what could be described as…

The Talking Shoes

One book from my childhood that occasionally comes to mind is 'The talking shoes' by Enid Blyton. You see, there's a story behind how the book came into my life and took up residence in my memories. I was 10, maybe 11... I should probably start with a little back story. I've never been a…

There Has To Be a Purpose

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. - Norman Cousins How cruel, how rude, how disruptive. Many times, death doesn’t send a warning, no preparation, nothing. It just comes when it does, leaving heartbreak and chaos in its wake. I think it’s one…

Moments| POEM

Moments should be treasured,

Like gold made to shine