But women can put men in a net too. Yeah they can, I mean we all can put whoever in whatever net we please.. Yeah, so I wonder why the story is so gender biased then… That’s how we’re wired. We’re taught to think that way, I guess. I wonder if there are any storiesContinue reading “Silver Patch II”
Category Archives: My Stories
Silver Patch I
One hour to midnight. I’m half asleep listening to my cousin cry about her boyfriend and how she isn’t so sure she can get over him. I have good intentions. A part of me is on the phone comforting her, another part of me is asleep and yet a third part of me is veryContinue reading “Silver Patch I”
With love from East Africa
Crossing the Atlantic changes lives. I was less than two days in Rennes and partly stunned at my renewed sense of understanding of the word ‘overseas’. I was literally over the seas, I had traveled over the Mediterranean to this new place where 9pm still looked like 3pm and where everyone smoked and spat onContinue reading “With love from East Africa”
Withering Heights IV
I saw a Tee shirt on Instagram that said NAH. Rosa Parks – 1955. I was greatly impressed at how pieces of history were gradually and steadily being integrated into popular culture. Maybe I was going to get this Tee shirt and probably also attempt to help artists or visual experts work or draw inspirationContinue reading “Withering Heights IV”
Withering Heights III
Does familiarity breed contempt? No. Sometimes it breeds recklessness…and that is the amount of recklessness I felt these men were demonstrating. I thought I was way past the age of being in a crowded space with wine spills and incoherent speech….not that I have a problem with the concepts of wine spilling and incoherent speech.Continue reading “Withering Heights III”
Withering Heights II
I’m up at 5am. I sleep off until 6 and then finally jump up at 7am. I’ve been checking my notifications by the hour. 5am notification about some random reply to a comment I made on a post on Facebook, 6am notification about someone getting married on my high school group chat and 7am notificationContinue reading “Withering Heights II”
Withering Heights I
I was told that I was going to get some cake with some strawberries. Strawberries with an S… I had the cake and all I literally had was a strawberry. I had to admit that though old, this man had a sense of humor that was both annoying and endearing at the same time. InContinue reading “Withering Heights I”
How My Story Intersects with Africa
I grew up with my grandmother who is such an entertaining old lady. She would not back down to an intimidating Christian song just because she did not know the lyrics. The solution was quite simple; either invent her own words or substitute words with sounds that she made . The problem though was thatContinue reading “How My Story Intersects with Africa”
Beach Road
The Gallery sat there, overlooking the ocean like a lone traveler taking in the night view of this small coastal suburb. The gallery sat at the brink of the asphalt road and was pretty to look at It had people on long drives by the beach road staring in its direction The ramshackle Trotro busesContinue reading “Beach Road”
Fall Nights
He knew I liked the dark. He called it the silhouette effect. Of seeing and not seeing entirely. Of inhaling sharply, touching and feeling taut smooth warmth. We drove seeking the dark that night. His signature cologne was held in a dark bottle and I thought it was such a rip-off using a product whoseContinue reading “Fall Nights”
