The necklace you see in this photograph is one of my possessions I have got so attached to. Steve, a fan of my poems and a brother gave it to me after I had lived with him for a year. I moved in on my own, every time I have it on, I feel his presence around me, his charm, his knack for perfection is the adrenaline that flies me whenever I rehearse for a performance.
whenever I listen to Dolly Parton’s ‘Coat of many colors’ I think of my necklace of three colors and a pyramid of curio shell.
The 5th slum film festival didn’t only bring professionals across the border but also got spiced with very beautiful women. This class had it all .
The smallest and most vulnerable
Yet tortured for the sake of fashion
On it you inflict wounds, incurable
I wish you knew, it could change your destination
forcing you to see a doctor
I pity you, the fifth one who stayed out
Refusing to be encased by the straps
Prickled by jagged rocks….
fed on dust….
Chocked by the straps…
Ooh the fifth one who stayed out
Will they ever hear your cry?
I have had problems with people in relation to what hairstyle I adopt. When I left high school, I kept it long and flowing, few seemed impressed. recently I did what I have never done before, cut my hair to skin level and guys were like ” WTF is wrong with the Dude”. Ok lemme clarify something, I am not trying to impress anyone and I keep my hair how I wish best.
Whatever it is that covers the skull doesn’t matter, it’s the content of the brain that matters
You may not like my looks when I keep my hair beneath the skin level but I will be the one to suffer when my confidence level falls below the sea level for failing to please you!
Forget about lemons for lemonades
Sometimes all you have in this life is a glass of water- half empty