It does not give an African child joy when he sees how poverty has robbed him of his future. An African child wants to be like all others; he wants freedom and wants to express his feelings. An African child is not afraid to speak his mind. An African child wants food, shelter and good […]
Short Story – The Struggle Of An African Child
Poetry – The Uncertain Metro
I listen. As the continuous gentle hums and chugs of the locomotor begin to become a sweet, sonorous symphony in my ear. I watch. As the emptiness outside my window escapes my eyesight and returns, going and coming simultaneously. I remember. My years as they came and went continuously and as the things I once […]
Short Story – Shards Innocentiae
The white tiled floor was beautiful. As the sparkling scarlet sea slowly but steadily expanded its reach with innocent intent. Much like a baby finally enjoying the liberation of walking. It was strangely satisfying, as I watched it make its way to encroach on more white stainless squares. I close my eyes and feel relief. […]
Poetry – The Mad Man
Here he comes; the king of his world, covered in cheap regalia, made with waste materials With an aura of stench, Piercing through the nostrils of men, he treads and steps; ‘I’m a king’, he laughs with himself You could hear the clanging of cans, accompanied with the tinkling of glass; as he moves in […]
Short Story – The Strange Thing
Episode 1 Peeping at my window, I saw two feet moving towards my direction in great force as the wind. Scared I was, I closed the whole window totally. I could hear banging on the door. The voice screamed, open this door before this rain kills me. I was perplexed as to what to do. […]
Poetry – ETIQUETTE
The queue seems endless, but the people all waited In the hot scorching sun, they all stood, burnt Then came a man tanned, who wouldn’t wait for his turn Off he went to the front, not minding what they thought They rushed at him in anger, and poof! he went for cover Hiding, he stood […]
Poetry – Graffiti Love
Have you ever spied pearls dance in the flames, like a blazing puma wooing its she? or seen spoken words swim across the airs. then maybe you would never wholly understand, how you made me feel. or the nights I counted the ways I loved you thus If I hiccup when your arms master the […]






