BLESS THE INKY WINDS

Bless the inky winds flapping my winged thoughts flying that increases the glory of the sun lighting the love The various lines and rhymes metaphors, imageries and times None compare to the best –   Not the many successes I crave nor the anguish and fear of the grave none more is close to the … Continue reading »

WHAT IF AND WHEN… (Verse…)

Please, look, look up I am taking this from the top…   What if we spoke every day using hours on end without finishing what we have to say? What if I knew your thoughts  kept of times laughed, those times wept? If I said I read them all – your sighs and your lols … Continue reading »

BEFORE YOU PRANK OR CONFESS (NOTES)

Read the following short play before you prank or make your next confession…Might save a soul!! And do pass on Lady: Hi, good morning Radio Station: Good morning, what can we do for u? Lady: Please I would like two tickets to the A.Y[1] show holding this weekend Radio Station: Well, you can have the … Continue reading »

CELEBRATING MOTHERS THROUGH THE SHANGS

Today’s world gives little credence to mothers or people. Many times, they are just there. Other times, we remember them and send some word: ‘Hey Mum, thanks’…Or maybe we remember we have a caring mum…and forget. Many mothers aren’t really the traditional mothers we used to know. Forgive me, I am African and know that … Continue reading »

HYPNOSIS (A SHORT STORY)

The only thing that was on Primkwap’s mind and had been for a long time now was Hemba. Since he had first seen her, he had been going gaga. He was tripping for her and he knew that he was soon going to fall. He would have loved to approach her but he had a … Continue reading »

THE OBITUARY by Abigail George

PREFACE: Many times we lose our loved ones and it feels like it is just soooo not right. We can’t believe it. We tend to put up our thoughts to honour them in what forms we can. It is at this point, that we write poems, make their pictures our profile pics, spread their cheer … Continue reading »

WHERE TO START FORMS THE PUZZLE (A POEM)

Amiefiori Sibbyl, where to start Where to start forms the puzzle To which I employ my art… But it seems I am headed for the usual guzzle Dearest, what does one say To pay For going past seventy times seven in one day? Amiefiori, where to start is what I pray…? I have carried you … Continue reading »