Tuesday 16 January 2018

Tag: african creative writing

I Am Nobody…

His eyes did it; how brown they were. A lighter, softer, more liquid shade compared to her deeper chocolate ones. A sadness in them;...

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My Mangled Muse

I know his heart broke…and somehow, I looked at him that day suddenly saw the crack in his chest. I saw its jagged edges,...

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I would

You ask me if I would go. If he, the one. My one. In years to come, long after the air has forgotten the...

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Letting go; Part one

The end of this love story, ironically, comes with the same tragic simplicity as it had in the beginning. Our interaction again mediated by...

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Slowly getting there.

When you meet a person for the first time, one of the natural questions that waft into that (mainly) insufferable talk has to be,...

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Arusha

From the very moment that we drove into the town of Arusha, I understood her. Arusha is the overlooked sibling.  She is used to...

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I am living too.

Imagine my surprise when in a singular moment of weakness, my fickle heart remembered the purgatory that was once loving you. And hot on...

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