See, I grew up using a metal basin to bathe. You’d need to scoop water with your palms cupped and pour over your whole body repeatedly scrubbing your back cause mama would always run her finger down it to determine if you washed yourself real good or were going for a second round. I would…

The girl that used to write. The girl that didn’t care about your callousness. The girl that loved daisies but thought other flowers are plain ugly and irritating. The girl that found lady bugs a work of art. The girl that loved wheat fields. The girl that thought one day she’d write like Mufasa. Play…

The air is so acrid in here It is much more worse on the outside The world is unforgiving to someone feeling like they’re lesser than everyone else Every step outside makes me feel like a human debris The lowest form of unworthy No one mentioned this will be hard Reached out but there’s no…

Whoever gives;Gimme brainsWhoever makes;Make me a grandmaster (pipe dream)Whoever lets;Let me be smart. Real smart.Let me play like Bobby Fischer (pipe dream)Let me read a million books before I die.

I feel like writing but then again I don’t have anything to say Words thud and pound in my heart but they just won’t come out.Maybe I should write about writing. But then, what is there to write about writing? The fact that one day you wake up and you don’t feel like penning down…

Some time back someone asked what my daily inspiration is.As simple as it seems, I found the question difficult What inspires me? What insipres you? Is it someone? Something? An event? A book? A song? Nothing? Many people wake up and have a reason to work hard, to not give up, to smile and bla…

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