The Musings of an African Writer
I have never actually sat down to plan for a vacation. It isn’t that I don’t want to have one. In fact, I desperately crave time away from everything to just be. Unfortunately, my current financial obligations just cannot allow me to enjoy the kind of vacation I would want at the moment. That does …
When you were young, you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would make your dreams come true. Now that you’ve grown up though, things could have changed. It might seem daunting enough to even speak them out loud, lest the dream goblins sabotage you with reality. Happy Make Your Dreams Come True Day. …
The little girl stared as she licked her cracked lips. “You’re famished grandma. Go on. Have a bite to eat.” She said as she ladled some more soup. “Yes of course, as soon as Jack is done. You too should taste this sumptuous lamb. ” Anita said cradling the bowl on her lap. She was …
Throughout history, people have been losing personal items and finding others, both with a varied mix of emotions. The lost and found section has been piling up ever since. Lost and Found Day was invented in order to acknowledge the impact that losing and finding our possessions has on our lives. Happy Lost and Found …
Hey love. So another month has come to the end, and here I am again to look back, evaluate and figure out what I need to do to move forward. I don’t know about you, but consistency is hard, especially when you tend to fall into the trap of analysis paralysis. The last time I …
The door flung open as its fur splattered against the wall. It drew a long gurgling breath and lunged at the fluorescent bulb, breaking it. Darkness fell in an instant. I could barely make out its decaying form; what was left of it at least, as it dripped down the wall, peeling the wallpaper and …
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. …