Colourful Black

 PINK Water, tasteless it was. I like the way it felt when I touched it. My fingers could pass through without any obstruction, it felt pure. Mother said it was colourless, but I didn’t know what colours where, so I couldn’t even imagine them.  The only colour I knew was black; pitch black. People often … Continue reading Colourful Black



  Ooh Christmas,  How the familiar scents of chin chin and fried meat wafts up our nose,  The crisp smell of new clothes  And shinning leather of new shoes  Christmas, The time of the year when families reunite With so much love, warmth and sharing, When cold hamattan winds blow with low whistling sounds.  And … Continue reading christmas


Cold winds, cloudy skies Rainy days, muddy roads Dusty winds, hazy hammatans Dry days, whirls of sand Seasons change So do people.   Babes are born, teens are raised Adulthood beckons, time flies Plants wither So do people.   Days becomes weeks, weeks months Years become decades, and decades centuries Generations come and go So … Continue reading Time


P.S: This post was meant to be published yesterday, I don’t know if it’s really necessary to blog today. I don’t even know the direction this post is taking. But I’m just writing and I hope something beautiful comes out of this. It’s been a while I wrote and today is just not any day … Continue reading Birthdays

Hey guys. I wrote the short story below for a competition which unfortunately I didn't win the prize. The first lines in italics are from Alain Mabanckou's novel Tomorrow I'll Be Twenty. So, enjoy and leave a comment. In this country, a boss should always be bald and have a big belly. My uncle isn’t … Continue reading