The Musings of an African Writer
There once was a lion, so tall and grand, with glossy eyes and long ochre mane. Beloved he was, the golden king, with his thunderous roar and mighty claws. The king would rise to escort the sun. He beat the wind from right under his paws. His lapping tongue stirred the seas; they churned, erecting …
I lay sprawled out naked and languid, wrapped in the drunken stupor of euphoria glistening in mirrored reflections through his copper hew eyes. Watery and searching they blinked down at me, reiterating my thundering heart that roared untamed and free. It beat hard, screaming longingly for his arms; sweaty and brazen, to dalliance my wraith-like fantasies.
The drapes fluttered open as the sunlight flooded her, his rays rippling and warmth kissing her fingertips, face, and lips. He took her, devoured her, and swallowed her whole. Brazen he was as he flowed over her, brushing through raven hair glistened with olive sheen and loose curls. His molten graze seared pleasantly on her …
Mrs. Makaka boasted of being the cleanest head cook House Lanka had ever seen. Deep down in the dressed stone walls and spotless floors of the kitchen, she brooded over the greasy pots. Pascal, the second footman, was off nursing a terrible case of athlete’s foot and Miss Ng’ang’a was a no show as always. …
Without them seeing, he quickly wrote a note, scribbling as much as he could remember from the blabbering behemoth in the black suit. It was a long shot, but he had to at least try and leave breadcrumbs just in case things went south, which they’d done within the past hour. The giant of a …
Inside were musty old rooms stripped of all but dusty old books, peeling paint, and treasures under stretching old iron roof sheets baking in the African sun. But it was home and it had been for ages. It kept me away from them, away from those that hung by the rafters, building their hollow nests …
Word Count = 365 words Estimated Reading Time = 1 minute 42 seconds Genre = Editorial Hey Loves. Air hugs to all of y’all. It’s my birthday month darlings and I am exciteeeeeeed. It’s been full, it’s been good and I just wanted to dish out all the awesomeness with y’all lovelies as always. It’s …
The scullery maid placed a tray on the table with a glass of milk and a plate of éclairs. They looked absolutely delicious; large as a rolled-up fist and almost spilling over with cream. “Go on, help yourself. You must be hungry. My blood sweat and tears went into those éclairs and besides, the time …
Bask while the sun is golden, tread dewy grass with bare feet. Take a walk and pause to feel each step, each lift, let the music move you to dance.