Blackgirl

These days books are my retreat, when I read them I see a lot of possibilities, I feel inspired. I create my own reality, books take me away from my present reality of impossibility. A world filled with no’s. Books take me away to the wild west of flourishing fields where everything is possible , where all my dreams can come to fruition. Where fear is removed, where my blood is fueled to move on and do magical things.  Books give me the inspiration needed to do more, to believe in the little I do, to keep showing up, to keep hope alive. It gives me a respite of thinking logically of the minute possibility of getting out. It re-iterates the sense of purpose and beats the drum of direction in my heart.  Closing books looking at my environment, bleakness of possibility comes in, logic, fear, apprehension and all forms of doubt steps in, so rather than be filled with the venom of these emotions why not live constantly in the world full of hope, where dreams are not mashed by the w

This piece was written from a prompt from Afrobloggers on twitter He comes to steal your heart With sweet words and good looks All prim and proper A  ploy to distract you Never loyal, never staying  Just waiting on the right moment To  knock you off your feet Get you dreamy and falling Only to leave with your heart's pieces Not caring for your hurt It's just another game to him PS; Of course i'd choose a picture of Kofi Siriboe

So thinking back on a conversation I had earlier with a friend of mine, I chuckle. I’d never really thought how weird or messed up my life seemed to others. So it started off with a simple question, “how often do you have friends over and go out” Answering the question made everything crystal. I HAD NO SOCIAL LIFE. I mean I go out (not including school, church) like on the average once a month or 3 weeks if I’m lucky. I barely have friends over (there’s an excuse for that though) not going to bore you with it. So now thinking what do I do with my time you say? Well, not so much dreams and fantasies of taking over the world ( cue Pinky and the Brain music) , binge watch movies mostly Black-ish and Fresh Prince of Bel-air, cook and eat a lot, write, read and sleep in.  My life is really amazing *NOT* let’s just say my life is like a middle aged single woman who lives with her cat.  But of course you’d think a Uni student should be having fun every other day but no such luck

It’s been a long while I lasted posted, even if I  said I would post regularly. I know that paints me as quite unserious. However it is also important to note that blogging is an expensive hobby   plus the whole shiznit that   has happened the past weeks; laptop ruined, travelling ,bad phone.  Regardless,I didn’t stop writing  during the hiatus, so I’m back and I hope for good so we move.  I have this short piece I wrote a while back, surprisingly in church Oh dysfunction so sweet Messed up patterns ecstasy Misplaced priorities the order of the day Toeing steep lanes of chaos Basking in the joys of disorder Continuous cycle of madness Funneled from generation to generation Embraced as the standard Now we all crazy Exhibiting shades of confusion