My first encounter with a condom

You know when growing up our parents never really talked about certain things, there were topics that were taboo, spoken in hushed tones that our kiddie minds could not comprehend. Our curiosity was never allowed to blossom. Some things were just untouchable. You were to be seen, definitely not to be heard. Your parents or pretty much any adult was the law. You never asked just did what you were told like the little tin soldier that you were. Asking why was never an option you had. You were to be invisible. Follow rules. Failure to which your tender behind would be saying hi to a belt, rod, slipper or mwiko (flat wooden spoon). Continue reading “My first encounter with a condom”

Mama your daughter will be okay

african Sometimes I made you regret But you forgot Because you loved me Sometimes I made you cry But you forgave Because you cared Sometimes I angered you But you assumed because you understood Sometimes I made you smile And you thanked God Because of me Sometimes I made you curse But you took it back Because you regretted Sometimes I made you laugh And you did Because you had hope Sometimes I failed you But you never gave up Because you believed.
You are a Candle in a storm…For all the times I made you cry those that I did not listen even when I disappointed you. Forgive me. For every moment I never cherished each time I made you sad or when I disagreed with you and made you regret. Continue reading “Mama your daughter will be okay”

Math divorced me and I aint got no regret

Raise your hand if you hated Math in High School. Yeah I knooooow! Us artsy guys prefer theory over formulas, trigonometry, angles, probability and all other Mathematics. If I had a choice to drop Math in High School, I would have. I don’t know why I never liked Math, maybe it had to do with the teacher or it was just me. I hated Math. I mean who ever finds X? Why can’t they tell us to find G or F or Y, why just X? Solving Math problems was just like telling me to speak in Greek. I think I blacked out whenever the lesson started. Don’t get me wrong I kind of did averagely well, I did try but I still hated it. Continue reading “Math divorced me and I aint got no regret”

Daddy Issues alert and then some


fatherHmmmm…..actually I don’t even have any. I don’t even know his name. You’d think after being on this earth for 20+ years I’d know the man who helped bring me into this world. But I don’t. I’m sure I’m not the only one on this earth wandering around trying to find the other half of my identity. It has become cliché that nobody really bothers anymore. Today with the many horrors of dysfunctional families having one or both parents it makes for a by the way conversation. It’s no longer shocking to say the least. Sad but that is the true reality. Continue reading “Daddy Issues alert and then some”