I do not know or remember how words became my solace. I guess I am my foremothers, those who held so much to say, yet perhaps spoke little, expressing...

Imagine if we were just lost, This world is so challenging, I don’t blame anyone for being how they are, OR the path they have chosen, If some of...

Blurry nights Beneath the city’s lights Like feminine Aura Them Spinning Eyes open Smiling ear to ear I watch her guardedly It reminds me of the melancholic love i...

I thought I lived for a name, Mrs something Just like my mother, aunties and grandmother, I thought our lives was a structure Just like my parents and my...