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The church was silent

My church was silent

Silent to my screams

Blind to my tears

When my temples hurt,

My feet bruised

And My heart ached,

The Holy Spirit moved not.

The choir didn’t sing.

When stomach was empty and

When my children were hungry

The hall was dead

The pews empty

The pastor didn’t preach.

when adultery knocked,

The trumpets resounded

The righteous spoke loudly

Hail Mary, and all the saints

Spoke in tongues

And when I left, the choir sung.

So loud that they burst the speakers

Sermon after sermon I was with blemish

The love they preached was spite

They rebuked my decisions

Challenged my opinions

Said I was berserk

And I had much to drink…

Only had they known it wasn’t wine

I convened at his feet

Waited at the well

Tithed my buttons

Fasted like Esther

Kissed his feet

For his love is better than wine


Because my voice was soft,

I sang sweetly in the arena

He gave me all of him

My waist beads arousing every thrust

My Clit vibrating to every rub

And because my waist was soft

I belly danced swiftly

Even with my eyes closed

I felt his never leaving me

They glared from my face

To my chest

To my beads, where his hands rested

Back to my face

Taking me all in

Owning me with every touch

Valz Aftermath

i woke up with all the women in me tired. My body ached and my bones cracked. My head hurt? No, My head was just…..I don’t know what was wit but it didn’t hurt nor spin. Then i remembered. The Weed cake from dinner yesterday. The had served it as dessert and because he wasn’t exactly the type i am attracted to (i am attracted his wallet not him) But he wasn’t going to give me his monthly easily so i topped it with a glass of red wine. So, we left with my heels in my hands after the restaurant and drove straight to his house. I don’t exactly remember how bad my makeup looked when we got home, but i was surely tipsy. (don’t judge, i need this tipsiness all the damn time).

We don’t live together okay maybe not yet and no he isn’t married like i said, i am attracted to his wallet (i was once told and ugly man is a poor man). Okay, so when we got home, we went straight to business, now weed brings horn so does wine (for some people anyway) i am some people the two hours drive was enough to let all the things sink in and when we got to the door my nun was gyrating in my knockers…ha!, i almost raped him but he was excited that for the first time in four years i am initiating this sex thing between us. However, (i am explaining the reason for the body ache) We didn’t stop, he was tired and i wasn’t , i drove him rounds. I wasn’t i count and while at it unlike before i was screaming on top of my lungs. Did i say the house has caretakers? Anha, they heard but the weed on my head said Yes! go Girl you are doing it! I gave him the chaw of his life. I was no porn star but i am sure i was very close. Then, we slept. I was awakened by the scent of coffee brewing and when i came down stares, there he was, watching news. He looked at me grinning like a young adult that just lost his virginity, i shied away but that wasn’t the worst part, the maid came in looking at me with the “i know what you did last night” she was an older woman who made my walk of shame from the kitchen to the living room seem like two miles.

You want to know the worst part , Okay the best part for some ladies, later in the day he proposed. (imagine all my thoughts on his looks but i still said yes and silently asked my future kids for forgiveness because i was getting into this for the money, While for him, i guess for the sex.

this wasn’t 2020 because 2020 gave us too many public holidays that valentines came and left without notice. But Cupid, did it have to be this old guy? Is my match this ugly, is that what you destined for me?

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we made love

you should be kissed often by someone who know how

Dear Cupid,this is your best invention ever! yes! So Last 14th Feb, he took me out. he had booked a table for two, candlelit at the rare corner of the restaurant. Basically we couldn’t see our neighbors because the tree canopied us so well that we were on our own in our world. He held my hand, and just before we took our seats he drew me closer to him and drunk me. Yes, he practically sipped me, tasted me and emptied his soul into mine. Was that all in one kiss?

Well, guess because you are cupid, you have never been kissed. Anyway, just when he was about to he swirl me, yeah like that wine i told you of, breathed me in and dipped me, Victorian style ..you know that thing when you are dancing ballroom and they dip you as if throwing you? that one, Skill just. Now that was a starter and a perfect one

we sat ate our meal over small talk, the moon lit the sky reflecting on the pool waters and at midnight we were hot! hehe Hot! the pepper was burning, we didn’t get home, the restaurant was good as empty and right their, he took me. Made love to me, we only sobered up to the apologies of the waitress who was ashamed on our behalf whilst we giggled like teenage kids. He told us they were closing. we paid up and went home to another hot session

Letters 21

I want to write to you a letter my love.

A letter of love, a letter of thought, a letter under the stars.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling wishing I had those sticker stars that glow. I stare into the emptiness of the dark. Wondering if one wishing star could just swing by 👌🏼for a while. I am imagining a house with no roof. Perhaps a glass house by the beach

You know I love sunsets because they give me hope and make me feel accomplished. So a glass house by the beach would give me a perfect view. But I also love a dark sky on a cold night. Stars twinkling around a full moon.

A whole horizon at the neck of the sea, still waters whispering sweet nothings. The day was beautiful but with more chaos than expected. I need some quiet right here. Here where my thoughts speak nothing and my heart says … beautiful! ….

Where the waves kiss the shore a bit more loud and the palms sweat in harmony. In this hammock I wanna fall asleep hugging my knees and smiling at the stillness of my soul. Perhaps silently lay with you listening to the music of your heart. But, right here , I wanna lay alone to reflect on …. nothing!… but also about nothing because I just want to listen to nothing but my heart, the stars , the waves and the whispers of the wind. Here, is where I want to teach my soul about my heart, my mind about my body and my body, the language of love.

Nothing between us

You short butterflies in my tummy

Yet ignored the smile

I blamed the dust and wind when my eyes watered

Maybe there was nothing between us but

120 days ago I was heart broken

I sat at my fav cafe sipping tea

The spices were too strong my eyes watered

You walked up to me

Told me you have been watching me for years

We became friends

I promised I wasn’t ready or you would be a rebound

But your sweet soul took me to dinner

Asked me out,

When I asked for time you became elusive

Stopped calling and texted only when necessary

I didn’t reject you

When I said wait for me is because I didn’t want to hurt you

I needed to be sure my feelings weren’t playing

I just needed a couple of weeks to place and settle my hurt but


You shot the butterflies in my stomach

Blamed the dust for the water in my eyes

Ignored not just my smile

Told me you weren’t willing to wait

Yet you had already waited 730 days

Acted like you had never known me

Maybe you were right

There was nothing between us

But why do I still gape at the sight of you

Why does my stomach flip

And my tongue ties?

I know you feel the same way

But maybe there’s nothing between us


Love and goodbyes

Nothing changed in the last 20 years

He kisses her cheek and she smiles back but

When his wife calls out

He hides the photo in the closet

Acts like he was looking for something to wear

Acts like he didn’t hear the first time she called

He fakes it until she taps his shoulder

Sometimes love isn’t enough

But what hurts more?

Lying to the one you hold

Or spending twenty years with hurt

She knew she wasn’t the love of his life

Infact, she knew he wasn’t in love with her

Maybe just the idea of her

But years kept giving her hope

His actions spoke different

She was prepared but again it hurt like hell

She noticed his heart skipped at the park

He saw her again after twenty years

She was all he ever wanted

She saw how anxious he got

Then she knew, her time was up

Darling, she said

I know for twenty years you still kept her photo

Twenty years, you kissed her cheek

And still called her name in your dreams.

Just take care of our children

And I hope she is available for you

She returned home with a broken heart

Packed her bags and left a note

“For 10 years I planned this

But I didn’t have courage

Or I was in denial

But he will never love me like her

Even when I prepared,

I am breaking so bad.



When was the last time you received a handwritten letter

Last year from my husband and i last wrote one last month to my husband. We love to do this, just something fresh and old school and its refreshing knowing they took time to read my ugly hand writing

Nations 8


I would like that you know the things I love. Life should never be as complicated as the world paints it.

Today I will tell you about my grandma. Your great grandma at that. She is late and maybe I didn’t realize how much I had grown so attached to her until she took her last breath. I love very many people with time you will know.

Mukya, I called her. We shared many things. When I went to the village my grandpa (lord bless his soul) would leave his bed for us. I did love him but maybe God took him before I got to understand him or spend so much time with him. I didn’t frequent the village because the environment change didn’t favor my health a lot and I am my dad’s little wallet. Well, when mukya came to Kampala, we shared a bedroom. Our mornings began with a sleepy long prayer that would wake you if you hoped to continue after and they ended with a prayer that got you dosing but made sure the Amen was heard. Our days were full of hymns in Runyankole. She spoke English only she and I understood. We sang rock of ages till the words stung deep, called Yesu until he said here I am, complained of pain and naked women in music videos, questioned why almost every tv soap had crying women but most of the day we were thankful. Oh yes, we were very thankful that I forgot how to ask God for certain things and be thankful for every small thing because every day was a blessing. We talked about boys and makeup and made jokes about ministers wives because she was one. Oh, she hated lazy everything with her whole life. She liked to work that even in pain she grabbed a hoe. I don’t know how to dig but I promise to pass on everything I learned. (God as my strength)

Am not perfect. Everyday I will fall short even as your mom. But I promise to be on your Team always.

Nations -2

Dear nations

As long as mummy has air(never take it for granted so when pride kicks in, remember who lendest you breath)

I was saying, as long as mummy has breath, hold unto these hands mahogany…i however can’t wait to tell you about whose hands hold us all.

I won’t promise to stop the storm for you, but will always try protect your eyes from the dust( for your eyes are far more precious than diamonds) and be your wind breaker

Always keep the stars in your eyes and dreams in your heart. Jeremiah was sent to prophecy to nations….you are Nations