I’m a collector of last words. The first last words I collected in my career itched under my young dog collar: “Fuck your white god. If he.” Death interrupted the man. Closed his life with that final full stop. He had seen it in the way my feet counted steps when I walked in that […]
When people hear a person is suicidal, they assume that person needs to be talked out of it and most of the times they are right. However, there is another breed of suicidals who have their minds made up that that is what they truly want- to be rid of their own existences using a […]
I think I was eight the day I died. I didn’t even have hair beyond my head, and a single strand that had started growing right above my right nipple. That was it. I still sounded like a small girl, and my sister swore I had a lisp.I never caught it. I never heard it. […]
i stopped naming them after burying my third dog. they always died while teething, my poor little dogs.
The flowers did not ask to join me, So don’t cover me with death. Instead – Lay me down, stripped of all that’s not whole. Lay me down as I arrived, Naked. – Laura Wanjirũ Ekumbo
He is seated on a bench outside Hilton. Right opposite the National Archives where he notices everyone seems to be happy. It’s like Christmas morning where everyone carelessly shares smiles. His melancholy is so deep it makes everyone look happier than him. He feels a heavy weight bearing upon his soul. He’s not sure how […]