Sunday, August 1, 2021

poetry

Crossfire.

It would begin with a small quarrel, and he would be caught in the crossfire. Then a few seconds later, plates with food would be flying in the...

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Crossfire.

It would begin with a small quarrel, and he would be caught in the crossfire. Then a few...

Something Fishy.

There's something fishy about the couple on the opposite table. Like they shouldn't be together but are anyway. The mamaa, probably in...

Wifey.

"I want you to be my wifey. I know what you deserve. You need to be respected, taken good care of...

YOU

Hey you. I will not ask how you’re doing. From my once in every two months stalking sessions, you...

Change.

The need to change is oppressive on her eyes. And she is quite vulnerable to those messages that say nitumie kwa hii number, ile ingine iko na shida.

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