I pride myself as a budding writer now and I have not come to realize how liberating it is, to see myself as what I am-budding until recently. I remember when I initially wanted to become a writer. It was roughly three years ago. I came across a short story by my friend Phylix, some …
Month: July 2019
I can’t find myself listening to other songs. I have been playing the entire soundtrack of Bohemian Rhapsody that you sent me. I remember that night correctly, vividly. You were playing Love of my life by Queen, you were humming along too while Chuba and I discussed the exam we will write the following day. …
He handed you a gun, “Shoot any herder that comes through that door, reserve one bullet for yourself, just in case.”  Shoving the black pistol into your grip he grabbed you by the neck and kissed your forehead first, before your nose and then your lips.  The kiss lasted barely a minute, with his hand now at the back of your …
Tip; To get the best feeling out of this story, it is advised you listen to Lupe Fiasco’s Slave ship(Interlude) on repeat while reading. There was chaos. All around the boy was chaos. But it was welcomed chaos. Because now, they were no longer captives. The ship was rocked by the waves of the turbulent …