I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
Guest Post: Space Engineers and Hawkers
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated performances predetermined to embarrass one, children have always been the object of adults’ amusement, and I was no exception.
Poetry Show Review: Tears of a Baby Maker
A young man walks onto the stage and boldly proclaims that he is a rapist. At the audience’s shocked gasp, he reiterates, “Yes, I am a rapist!”
Sunday Series: I’m Not Judging You
I’m not judging you.
Sunday Series: The Escapist Gospel Of The Rapture
It is Sunday morning. You wake up, ready to conquer the world. You wait for the usual sounds of the world to flood your senses but the world is noticeably quiet.
Read A Book
If you want to hide something from an African, put it in a book.
A Letter To The Dark Skin Girl
Dear Dark skin girl
The Plight of Artistry
In my teens, I watched a movie about a girl who loses her brother in an accident. She goes to a singing camp where she overcomes her stage fright and learns to properly grieve her brother. And everyone hugs at the end.
Are You A Creative?
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.