Melancholia of The Drunk

I remember all these things, yet I do not miss you one bit. Then I begin to question if you were mine to have Or if I was yours to play with. Like when you smiled, the dimples that jutted from your cheeks were like raindrops falling from the gutter to the ground causing splash… Read more

So my relationship status reads complicated. Not that anybody in the human race cares, but as soon as I introduce myself as such, they label me a pathological liar, someone who is not comfortable being single or in a relationship, or someone merely ashamed by his status quo. True. It’s more of a situationship really.… Read more

I remember wanting to write more than I ever wanted to breathe. And in so doing I became possessed by voices that rested on my shoulders shouting at my ears to tell their tales. At first I thought they were angels sailing me to the wonderland at night, neither were they demons, but in time… Read more

The hue and cry for the new millennium has left me cold and totally unmoved. As is always the case with the Africans, I am forced to ask if it really is our millennium. Taking into account that most rural Africans would not even know a new year has come let alone a new millennium,… Read more

Denise hadn’t stopped crying. Samantha hadn’t stopped yelping for help. The doctor and the two nurses had called for security. Heeding them to lock the exit. Other patients stared mumbly; asking questions that even myself I had no answers to, “what is he gonna do!” There I was, walking straight out of the hospital with… Read more