You know that saying, you are who you present to the world. You know it? You don’t? Hold up, let me Google it right quick.(more…)
Letter to a Slay Queen
I have been contemplating writing this letter to you for a while now and I finally got the courage.
My Favourite Childhood Book.
My mother will tell you I was a curious child and that I was more fascinated with a picture book than I was with toys. How do I say this and not sound like the Donald but..
#UgBlogWeek Day 1: Short Story Writing Competition III
So, its been a minute, well a whole lot longer than a minute and I have been,
not writing doing so many things.
Here now is a story I wrote for the third edition of the Short Story Writing Competition organized by a Facebook group called The Gathering which sounds like a cult now that I think about it. This gem came in 7th.
He won’t let me leave
Maybe I shouldn’t, maybe I should.
I know I must and yet I mustn’t
For my own sanity, for my own sake.
I know I must, but then I won’t?
A step forward, no more behind.
Maybe he’ll come for me.
When I finally get the courage to leave his house.
Do I want that?
I’m not so sure…
Maybe he won’t though
Oh but he’s charming, the little voice whispers.
This little voice I’ve grown to loathe.
Yet it’s apart of my very being.
SHUT IT, my inner aggressive speaks.
But I have to admit, he is charming.
He’ll hold my hand and whisper of days of old.
Day Five: Someone please help me find a fitting tittle for this Story
Continued from day three
Sandra sat on the ground listlessly staring as the paramedics lifted Kenneth’s body from the ground onto the gurney. She didn’t feel the rain as it started to fall. Her bridesmaids tried to pry her from the ground. But she didn’t put in any effort.
She started to cry when his body was put into a body bag.
But then she saw the man who was responsible for Kenneth’s death. The man who was now looking so remorseful, his eyes downcast. Surrounded by his co-conspirators. Her brothers. She was filled with rage. One that she had never felt before.
Day Four: Musings
It has been brought to my attention that my fiction has been rather dark lately, between evil Boris Kodjoe lookalike, Mr.Asiimwe and the dead Kenneth, its all gloom and doom. So today I’ll take a break from the story with no fitting title and write something light……I think. Something with rainbows and daisies and unicorns and a happy ending. Atleast. Today.
Hello peeps Welcome to my #ugblogweek.
This is the first of 7 posts and I pray I that I don’t flake out.
*Deep breath* sooo here goes nothing…..
I am not a poet…not at all. The last time I tried to write a poem it went something like;
corruption corruption corruption
why are you in our country!
It’s terrible I know, but in my defense I was ten