The drinking turned ugly When the price of beer stayed the same But cost of living grew too expensive. Bitter cheap whiskey is a good companion for stress. Lets call … Continue reading Workdays

The drinking turned ugly When the price of beer stayed the same But cost of living grew too expensive. Bitter cheap whiskey is a good companion for stress. Lets call … Continue reading Workdays
The first quater of the year is done, and……
Becoming: The old version of myself i had lost. Along the way i became someone i didnt recognize and now i am taking me back!
Reading: Blogs, wattpad stories and newspapers
Listening: To myself and the sunday mixes from https://m.soundcloud.com/djtrequartista/sundayoldies-1/s-n13L09BeiGj?ref=clipboard&p=a&c=1&si=a6cff0e3ce3d488eaed74db3f7b30e27&utm_campaign=social_sharing&utm_medium=text&utm_source=clipboard
Watching: Pearl magic and Netflix
Loving: My time, family, self and working out. Working out was something i really loathed until my first class happened by mistake 😁
Eating: Wandegeya chicken like KFC is just a joke!
Drinking: Water. I kinda have substituted tea for just warm water
Bookmarkig: Politicians and Media houses. I know, i know thats no book but lately these dialogues have me appreciating the fact that i gave up the newsroom.
Wanting: a vacation with my daughter. More of a girls trip just the two of us but i dont know which one i shall do more, relax or parent 🤷♀️ . I shall stick to date nights until then.
Wasting: no time, no energy on explaining myself for anything. If God and i get it.
Making: Hard but easy decisions in my life.
Smelling: Ink, mint tea brewing and the nightingale plant around the shrubs on my pathway home. (Jeez, i love the scent that pant emits!)
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Let go my soul and trust in him.
If the birds and trees still sway
and the wind and waves still in his presence
What is warmth without his embrace?
What is love without his word?
Let go my soul and trust in him
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth
For his love is better than wine
Strengthen me with raisins and
Refresh me with apples
For i am faint with love
Let go my soul and trust in him
What is a heart when its empty?
What is love when the embrace is cold
A broken heart is nothing he cant fix
I will never let you fall asleep wondering if I love you
It’s why I have built a home behind your eyelids
That every time you shut your eyes,
Even in my absence, you bring me home
I am am going to touch your soul and light a fire within
Teach me the lyrics of your heart so that I’ll sing your song
I will not give you apart of me
I will let your savor all of me
You will hear everything I have never said.
And i will keep your heart safe
Tucked away, faraway from pain and bad memory
We are a team,
Whatever you lack, I got you
I promise you better nights,
You got me, I got us
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Your touch is like poetry Controlling each letter Tracing the curve of every verb Until your prose leaves me undone Silently murmuring sounds and consonants If I could control your … Continue reading 0305k
I leaned in to kiss your soul
I hoped I would give you strength
But suddenly I remembered
It’s your cup I drink from
I am fueled by you
And now I sit besides you helplessly
Wondering and contemplating
Do I even deserve you?
I listen to you with my eyes
Deep down I know you are drained
Your strength can no longer hold both of us
Broken people break people
I have become the mirror you can’t fix
The burden you can no longer shoulder
Because I don’t even know what it means being at the well.
Hey, woman at the well,
Teach me how to draw water for my partner is drained.
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