**I wrote this about 4 months ago. A younger self with serious lack of sleep, numerous entrance tests to write and an erstwhile rapidly depleting patience.** College. Nice and slow now, go on, absorb the chaos that it is. I'm going to wait till this avalanche snow balls, escalates, grows into a behemoth of dead … Continue reading College Confessions; The Prelude.
Writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie calls out Feminism Lite — “a hollow, appeasing and bankrupt idea.” A few years ago, Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie received a letter from a childhood friend and new mother, asking her how she could raise her baby girl to be a feminist. Adichie’s new book, Dear Iljeawele, is her response,… via … Continue reading Beware of “Feminism Lite” — ideas.ted.com
Meet Rambo. My 5o kg Labrador who eats everything and anything, literally. I was 11 when I first witnessed the indomitable spirit that is his digestive system. He, after having thoroughly pasted his poop across the verandah, had proceeded to eat it with the same enthusiastic vigour.*cue cringe* After I cleaned up (at this point … Continue reading When Rambo chewed.
1. A ripe avacado. Ah. The luscious soft green of a ripe avacado that dimples at the slightest touch. Do you know the joy one feels when carving that velvety verdant? Do you? Because I don't. This selectively fickle fruit, Either resembles the likeness of a horny pubescent boy, perennially hard, or otherwise turns into … Continue reading THINGS I DO NOT UNDERSTAND #1
I do not remember dread I do not remember throwing furtive glances into shadows, the hair on my neck standing up like vain picket fences on guard...
Feminism is fighting for your right to be you It is the ripple that continuously breaks though centuries of gender roles, of stifling despots, whose echoes are like.... Continue reading
The Stygian caves beneath these lids, marked by feudal lines, weltered in hot salty water. *Inhales* *Exhales* I have never found myself more beautiful than when I cry. My mother calls me an onion On days when I forget to scrape My skin clean, of residual guilt I stink I am her very own … Continue reading Like mother like daughter
If these frames could speak, they'd tell you of their decapitated brethren, how each had captured the moon in its unsightly crescents, Their surface mirroring maud dust clouds, exploding supernovas, the bright spots, the ebony voids between celestial blues, and even the calm interstellar doldrums. There is beauty in chaos, And yet they remain the sole … Continue reading FRAMES
When doney initially developed a tumor, my fall of '15 became a series of blood stained tiles, emergency hospital drives, anxious waits and simply put, pain, truckloads of it. I knew, standing on the other end of my school hallway, watching my mother watch me , whilst holding my school pass, I knew, I knew … Continue reading How to get over the death of your dog?
And like dust we settle down, far too soon; and like dust we settle down, for far too less; And like dust we settle down, in layers far too thick; and like dust we settle down, obscuring far too much; And like dust we settle down, stealing far too many identities; And like dust we … Continue reading And like