Mkurugenzi Frankie

Hello 👋 Darling,  There hasn’t been a single day in the last five years that I haven’t thought of you...of us, of the life we built, and the little moments I took for granted.  Leaving Kenya was never easy, but I convinced myself it was necessary. The world kept echoing the same message in my ears...that a man must provide, no matter the distance, no matter the cost. And so I left, carrying your love with me like a shield against everything I was about to face. Life abroad was nothing like I imagined. It was lonely, harsh, and at times, deeply unforgiving. The nights felt longer, the days heavier. I missed the sound of your laughter, the way our daughter would run into my arms, the warmth of simply being home. There were moments I questioned everything...whether the sacrifice was worth it, whether I was slowly losing the very thing I left to protect. But I endured. I had to. I worked tirelessly, pushed through exhaustion, and slowly found my footing.  I met people who be...

Dear Son, There will come a time in your life when you will look back at a single day and smile...not because it was perfect, but because it was full of love. For me, that day was Valentine’s Day. It began in the soft glow of morning, different from all others. I woke beside the most beautiful woman on earth, and for a moment, the world seemed still...like it was giving us permission to simply exist in that sweetness.  The plans we had carefully arranged shifted along the way but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that we were together.  Sometimes the sweetest moments are not in the grand gestures we plan, but in the quiet adjustments we make for each other. We laughed. We talked. We shared small glances that said more than words ever could. And in those simple exchanges, I realized something important.  The sweetest moments in love are not the ones we script...they are the ones we adjust to, together. We talked about small things and big dreams. We shared silence that f...

I keep asking myself the same question, as if saying it often enough might force the universe to answer. Who am I? The question follows me from place to place. I move quickly...too quickly...chasing solutions that shine brightly for a moment and then shatter before the month ends, slipping through my hands like fragile glass. Each time I think I’ve found solid ground, it gives way beneath my feet. There was a time I loved something so fiercely that I emptied myself into it without measure. I gave until there was nothing left to give, only to be met by silence. A hollow, unforgiving silence. Have you ever been trapped like that...stuck to a dream the way glue clings to skin? Years pass. A decade, maybe more. Failure becomes a familiar companion, and the world begins to ask the question out loud: Why do you keep doing this to yourself? I rarely answer. But deep inside, in the quiet marrow of my bones, I know why. Long ago, my parents planted something in me...a stubborn seed that refuses...

Christmas Eve The kind where the year exhales. Where the noise takes a step back And silence finally speak. Lights blinked like tired stars, Hope hanging low on ordinary streets, And I wasn’t looking for a miracle… Until you walked into the moment. This Christmas, love, I wrap my heart in you, Not ribbons nor gold, but something true. As carols rise beneath the Kenyan sky, I thank God softly as the stars pass by. You are my warmth in December’s glow, My quiet miracle wrapped in snow. Though palm trees sway where we stand, Still heaven feels close when you hold my hand. Through broken dreams and hopes reborn, You’ve stayed my light from dusk to dawn. Like Christmas faith that never dies, Your love renews me, heals my sighs. So as bells ring hope and candles gleam, I choose you again, my answered dream. Not just for Christmas, bright and kind, But for every season, heart and time. The Christmas I Found her, It began on a quiet Christmas Eve, The kind where the world slows down And even t...

Hello, Darkness… my old friend. Yeah—come closer. It’s been a while since we had one of these late-night, heart-on-the-table, truth-with-no-filter conversations. You always show up uninvited, sliding through the cracks of my confidence like smoke that knows the shape of my lungs. You sit at the foot of my bed whispering, “You’re not enough… you’ve never been enough.” And I pretend not to listen. But you know I do. You’ve always known. Fear...  you wear my voice like a stolen jacket. You walk around in my thoughts, leaving muddy footprints on every dream I tried to keep clean. You say you’re protecting me...  “Stay low, stay quiet, stay safe.” But safety feels a lot like a cage when the door is always locked from the inside. You know what’s crazy? I mistook you for a friend. A sharp-tongued guardian angel keeping me from cliffs I was too scared to climb. But now I see it...  You weren’t shielding me from falling, you were stopping me from flyin...

"Rise, traveler...your time has changed." My heart leapt high, unbound, untamed, A promise made, though none explained. A ticket stamped in Heaven’s hand, A journey none could understand. I wore my finest suit with pride, Each button fastened, tears denied. The mirror smiled, though strange, though deep... As if it knew what I’d not keep. The airport lights ...they kissed my eyes, A newborn bird about to rise. First time through clouds ...oh, what delight! I laughed aloud into the light. And when I landed...oh, the sight! Crowds of faces, pure and bright. Mothers, fathers, children too, Of every race...they cheered me through. "Was I this loved?" my heart did cry, As joy and wonder filled the sky. They reached for me...but touched me not, Their hands met air, their smiles forgot. Then through the crowd, I saw my wife...  Her tears cut deeper than a knife. She held my photo to her chest, And whispered words that laid me rest. "He was my ...

 I wake .... matatus cough the city awake, light cracks the tin roofs, and I count the coins like prayers. It seems like my dawn will never rise to greet me like before; the sun looks the same, but I feel older, dreams slipping through my fingers like sand. As I grow older, so does my dream age from my grasp  What was bright at twenty feels distant at thirty, and the map I drew in my head is missing roads. If dreams were valid ... if they had to be justified .. what should I do to achieve them? Answer me? Listen ... I’ve learned, the city does not give pity, it gives chances to those who keep knocking. So I stand, shoulders heavy but straight, I polish small wins like coins until they shine. I hustle with honor; I refuse the easy lie. I trade bitterness for plan: one small step, again and again. When doubt shouts, I shout back ... louder: I’m not finished. When hunger speaks in my bones, I feed my skill ...not just my belly. I barter time for knowledge, time for trust. I keep ...

The Day broke like any other, yet I felt the silence of the air thicker than usual, as though destiny itself was holding its breath. I did not know that my path was being drawn toward a flame a fire that would not only warm me but consume me whole. I met her. No!  I clashed with her, as though the heavens had staged a duel between my spirit and hers. It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was war disguised as wonder. Her eyes met mine and I was undone. Every wall I had built crumbled, stone by stone, until nothing stood between my naked soul and her relentless gaze. I thought I had known battles before,  the kind where blood is spilled, where pride is lost, where shadows cling to the ribs like iron chains. But this!  this was a greater war. For how does a man defend himself against beauty that pierces deeper than any blade? How does one guard the heart when it aches to surrender? She was not angel, nor demon,  but something between. A paradox draped in mortal flesh, ...

 It had been a long time since the presence returned the voice, the shadow, the familiar whisper that always crept in when everything felt like it was falling apart. “Hello, brother… it’s been a while since we took arms together.” The words came not from outside, but from within. A cold chill ran down his spine as he paused mid-thought, staring blankly into nothing. The voice was calm, persuasive  too familiar. “I’m here to be your anchor. Wake up from your slumber. Don’t listen to anyone else. Only me.” “No,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head, as if that alone could cast the shadow away. “You always come when I’m down.” “Of course I do. I come to lift you out of your ordinary thinking. I make you sharp. I make you fearless.” “I don’t want you anymore,” he whispered, almost pleading. The voice laughed softly, not in malice, but in quiet triumph. “You can’t escape me. I’m your shadow. Every time you look back, I’m there.” His heart pounded harder. “No. I may not be...

In this world full of lies and lives that make the heart want, I shrink deeper into my own shadow Not because I enjoy the dark, but because the light burns too loud. I'm Solan. Not silent by nature, but silent by necessity. Afraid to make a move. Because every move becomes a misunderstanding, a rejection, a laugh I’ll never forget. So I stay still. Like furniture in people’s lives seen, but never truly noticed. They say I’m quiet—like it’s a flaw. As if silence isn’t survival, as if the world ever listened when I spoke. But what’s the point of endless talk, when words return like echoes… from an empty well? My silence… is my power. My only shield in a battlefield of noise. I dodge wars, not with swords, but with solitude. I’ve avoided countless fights by letting pain settle inside me instead of out. But it hurts. I’m getting old… But I’m not wine. I don’t sweeten with age. I sour in silence. I spoil behind smiles. I scroll through curated lives, likes and lovers on screens like orn...

 Son, They say love finds us when we least expect But I waited, wandered, and wept. Fifty years I’ve roamed this weary earth, Seeking a face, a touch, a heart to call home, Yet found none to match the storm within my chest. I toiled the soil of cities and silence, Fell for illusions dressed as warmth, But every kiss turned cold, every promise hollow. It was not that I was unloved, But that I loved too deep in shallow waters. Now, as I near the end of my weary tale, Know this is no tale of triumph, nor a will for wealth. It is a dirge, a warning carved in blood and ink. I have lost my way, son, truly. The sun no longer rises for me, And the nights whisper secrets I can’t bear. This world... It turned me into something I swore I’d never be. A man of shadows, Chasing light only to extinguish it with my sins. I thought I could outrun my past, But the past is a loyal beast—it follows. Now I stand before the gates of the Forbidden Kingdom, Not as a noble soul, But as a ti...

 It was exhilarating while it lasted… but I’m afraid it’s time. “No… it can’t be…” I whispered, my throat tightening, the words tasting like ash on my tongue. The figure before me stepped from the shadows - tall, draped in a shifting cloak of black smoke, eyes burning like dying embers. His smile was thin, stretched unnaturally wide, as if carved into his face. “The devil has returned to claim your soul,” he murmured, his voice reverberating with a hollow timbre that seemed to crawl into my bones. “Why now?” I pleaded, my legs frozen, my breath shallow. “Do not cry, child. This moment was written long before your first breath,” he said softly, almost tenderly. "Your path was sealed the day you whispered your desire into the void." “I… I only wanted a taste of power… to be seen, to be heard,” I stammered. My mind spun with flashes of the past — the rushed deals, the shortcuts, the whispered prayers to unseen forces, the careless promises made under desperate moons. “Yes… you c...

I’ve returned weathered, but still standing. It’s been a journey through storms I never imagined facing, yet the thought of peace carved a quiet space in my heart that kept me moving forward through every darkened path. All those years wandering unfamiliar roads, I clung to one hope: the dream of resting where I truly belong. Now I’m here, though the ache in my body is nothing compared to the quiet ache that lingers deep within. I thought the choices I made along the way would guide me home sooner. It took longer than I ever imagined — and the marks of that long road, though unseen, will stay with me forever. I’m sorry I never got to say goodbye when I disappeared into the currents of life, swept away like driftwood in a river. I remember the day I left with painful clarity. The sky was heavy with grey clouds, the air thick with the scent of impending rain. You had just smiled at me across the table, your words a gentle reassurance that all would be well. I barely stepped past the door...

 It all started with a ping. “What’s the most random thing that made you smile today?” He hesitated after hitting send, unsure if it was too forward. But then again, she wasn’t just anyone. She was the girl who made silence feel like music. She replied. "A stranger danced in the rain with zero shame… kinda reminded me of you." The night flowed like that effortless, playful. “If we swapped lives for a day, what would surprise me most about being you?” he asked. “Probably how much overthinking I do... even if I act like I have it all together,” she typed. “Your turn.” “You’d find out I actually talk a lot... just not out loud.” They laughed in texts, sent each other memes, and debated over the best ice cream flavor. It wasn't just a conversation. it was chemistry, pixel by pixel. Then he got bolder. “ you text like someone I’d want to get coffee with. The long kind of coffee. The sit for hours and forget ourselves as time passes kind.” “You’d probably be fun in person,” she...

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It should have been a beautiful sight, but today, it felt hollow. He sat by the window, eyes lost in the distance, heart weighed down by emotions he couldn’t suppress anymore. His fingers drummed lightly on the table, a nervous rhythm matching the restlessness in his soul. He had always been a man who believed in staying strong, no matter what. Society had taught him well—"A man doesn’t show weakness; a man faces his struggles in silence." And for the most part, he had followed that unwritten rule. But not today. Not anymore. He took a deep breath and reached for his pen, his heart guiding his hand. *"I miss you, my love. I miss you more than I have words to express. I’ve been struggling for days, suppressing this feeling, convincing myself that I had to be strong. But strength, I’m learning, isn’t always about hiding what you feel. Sometimes it’s about admitting that you need someone. And today, I need ...

Life had a funny way of complicating things when you least expected it. For years, I had been a writer and a poet, pouring my thoughts into stories that captured emotions I couldn’t always express. Somewhere along the way, the lines between fiction and reality began to blur. There was X, a quiet reader who had a knack for understanding my work better than anyone else. She would always find hidden meanings in my poems that even I hadn’t realized were there. Her words carried a depth that made her more than just a fan—she was someone who truly saw me. Then there was Y, the church leader with beauty and grace that felt almost unearthly. She commanded attention without trying, her confidence inspiring and intimidating all at once. Every interaction with her felt profound, even if we only exchanged pleasantries. And finally, there was Z, my work colleague. Reliable, supportive, and always there when I needed someone. She didn’t just listen—she truly cared, her presence a comfort in times of...

The alarm buzzed incessantly, pulling Mike out of a restless sleep. His breath came in short gasps as the remnants of the nightmare clung to him. In it, he had been running endlessly, pursued by a shadowy figure. Now awake, the room felt cold and hollow, the darkness pressing against him like an unwanted companion Today, I wake from a nightmare’s grasp, A sinking void, the echoes of the past. I thought I held control, the reins in hand, But the weight of my choices is hard to withstand. He dragged himself to the bathroom, splashing water on his face. When he looked in the mirror, his reflection seemed off, almost mocking him. Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks stared back, framed by the unmistakable pallor of someone running on empty. "You did this to yourself," the reflection whispered, lips moving out of sync with his own. Mike blinked, shaking his head. It’s just the exhaustion, he told himself, though the words did little to comfort him. Naive, I let my body lead the way, Now ...

The morning sun filtered weakly through the dusty window, its rays barely warming the cold room. Akinyi lay in bed, staring at the cracked ceiling above. The alarm clock had rung three times already, each shrill sound an unwelcome reminder of the day ahead. She sighed deeply, rolling onto her side to silence it once more What is it, Lord, to wake up each day, With sadness that clouds the morning's ray? Unsure of the steps I am called to take, Dreams feel brittle, as if they’ll break. Work awaited her—a mundane routine at the customer service desk of a company that barely paid her enough to survive. Yet, quitting wasn’t an option. The landlord didn’t care about passion or dreams, only rent. Her younger brother, still in school, relied on her for tuition and meals. And so, despite the loathing in her heart, Akinyi dragged herself from bed. To walk these streets where hope feels thin, Where many struggle, yet few win. Corruption reigns, justice feels lost, And dreams are traded at suc...

Under the warm afternoon sun, Kevin and Josh sat on a park bench, watching kids play and parents stroll by. They’d been friends since school, but today, Kevin seemed distracted, his eyes darting back and forth, deep in thought. Josh nudged him, smirking. "Hey, you're a million miles away. What's going on?" Kevin hesitated, then sighed. "It's Emma. I... I think I'm in love, man." Josh raised an eyebrow. "Emma? Dude, that’s great! Just ask her out!" Kevin shook his head, his voice heavy with doubt. "What if she doesn't like me back? I mean, she's smart, funny, and she's got this whole vision for her life. And look at me. What do I have to offer?" Josh chuckled. "Kev, you’re selling yourself short. You’re funny, loyal, and genuine. If that’s not enough, then maybe she’s not the right one." Kevin slumped a bit, still hesitant. "But what if I mess it up? What if I say something stupid or act too eager? I don...

Frank sat at their favorite coffee shop, the corner table with the view of the city, sipping his lukewarm Tea. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow across the buildings, painting everything in a gentle, almost magical light. But all he could think about was how time felt frozen whenever he was with her. Eve walked in, her smile lighting up the room as always, and Frank’s heart skipped a beat. She was everything he wanted—beautiful, kind, and fiercely independent. But she was also broken, a casualty of a past that had left her unwilling to love again. To her, Frank was the safe harbor, the best friend she could lean on but nothing more. "Hey, you look lost," she said, sitting across from him. Her eyes searched his face, and he quickly forced a smile. "Just thinking about work stuff," he lied. Eve laughed softly, the sound so familiar yet painfully distant. They chatted about nothing and everything—work, weekend plans, and the latest movies. But there was a...

 In the heart of Kenya, where the sun is bright, A shadow falls, obscuring the light. The people toil, their hands worn and rough, but extortion looms, making life tough. In Nairobi’s streets and rural lanes, Whispers of injustice, economic pains. A Finance Bill, draped in ambition's guise, Brings fears and woes, no hopeful surprise. High taxes imposed, a burden so steep, Promising growth, yet sowing deep grief. Families struggle, their hopes undermined, By policies blind, to the daily grind. In fields of maize and bustling towns, the weight of levies pulls spirits down. Small traders, farmers, artisans skilled, all bear the cost, their dreams unfulfilled. Voices rise, a chorus of dissent, Reject the bill, is the firmament. For justice calls, through every voice, Seeking a future, a fairer choice. Extortion’s grip and taxes high, must be opposed, we cannot deny. For in unity, the power resides, to shape a nation where hope abides. Let lawmakers heed this fervent plea, to craft a pa...

In the quiet glow of a church's embrace, I met Patricia, with a voice full of grace. Her words like honey, soothing and sweet, in her presence, my heart found its beat. In the pews of faith, where souls unite, I was drawn to her, a beacon of light. Her voice, a melody, pure and divine, in that sacred space, I wished she were mine. In my work, a place so cold and gray, your memory lingers, brightens my day. Toxicity reigns, shadows my path, but thoughts of you ward off its wrath. Patricia, dear, in my dreams you reside, A light in the darkness, my heart's gentle guide. I long for the day you'll hold my hand, Together, we'll build our promised land. In the chaos of life, be my serene, A sweet, calming presence, pure and keen. Let us weave a tale of love so grand, Hand in hand, we'll make our stand. Oh, Patricia, your voice so dear, Is the melody I long to hear. With you, I find my haven, my peace, in your love, my struggles cease. So here I stand, my heart laid bare, ...

Years have passed since I last took pen and paper seriously. Taking a break has taken a toll on me. I am dying inside, yet I cannot make a sound. Lonely and alone, as time stands still, I thought time heals old wounds, Yet I am still hurting inside. I thought "Work hard, get a good job" was the plan. How wrong I was as I toiled, but the ground only responded with dust. The rains came and went, but there was no harvest. I tried and failed countless times, And I don't know if I have the strength to walk again. I am sorry for straying from the narrow path. It squeezed the life out of me, and as I sought a breath of fresh air, I was lost before I found myself again. I come back not with a bang, but with something even more.

I am sorry i have failed you, My last piece as i hope to die, Don't forget the moments we shared, as i write may final wish. A wish that lasted as a dream, A wish that only vanished by the wind. A sincere dream that broke my heart, A reality that became my worst nightmare. I thought silence was the key but it turned out to lock out my friends as they left one by one as i watched in despair. I would go to the toilet only to ask my self, what did I do... Do you kill her to save him, Or kill him to save her. But by the end of the day, I was hurting, no one answered the million dollar question, WHY? Both my world's have relied on me being the Good guy but opposing forces still drive a nudge to do the unthinkable.  I don't know whose reading this or who is not,  All i know is that.... 

 Smile for this is a festive occasion  Do not stand at my grave and moan If I die descant praise in my name.  Do not cry for I don't cherish your tears  Death is just a progression, Smile  In my grave, I am asleep In my sleep am at peace  In peace, I find my true self  Death conveys the Truth, Smile  I am a thousand breezes that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the soothing autumn rain. Death is a chasm and a gift  When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift enriching surge Of modest birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Smile for Death it is not the end.  Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. There is no night without a dawning No winter without a spring And beyond the dark horizon Our hearts will once more sing… For those who leave us for a while Have only gone away into a brighter day.  If I should die and leave you here...

 They say Charity begins at home truly our anecdote began at home  A place where she was safe  I found charity and she found a home  I found the love of my life Candid, honest, and kind With a warm complexion and her striking mind  I found charity and she found a home  With her optimistic manner She brushed me off my feet When one else could be so sweet  I found charity and she found a home  (I had spent so many years peering into the vast darkness of night, searching for the answers that could complete the puzzle of my life. In my beliefs, I waited for the shooting star that could make my wishes come true.)  You are the wish that came true  The norm of my universe Your resilience makes me whole  I found  charity and she found a home  I treasure our moments together Even when Corona came to separate us  We remained robust in our love  I found charity and she found a home.  I look into your eyes, And a spark ...

 Today, I stroll away from the spotlight as it hits me on the wrong spot, I wish it was a tremendous day but it has always been just like any other day to me.  Many people won't comprehend this, How can a joyful moment not be celebrated?  That I will leave for you to reckon.   A birthday is usually the best moment for someone to enjoy his/her inception but it is not always the uniform for everyone. Having a birthday solely means that you remember the joyous moments of your childhood and get to have parties or even meals with the people you love reminiscing the good times.  Please don't get me wrong I am glad for this day but some scars never heal even with all the time in the world.  It is not to say that, only joyous moments will come to thought but even the moments you'd wish to forget but They happened during your birthday. I know my birthday was supposed to be filled with presents and hangouts or party times, and for others, this is custom and not ...

She existed in my ingenuity,  my instinctive perception.  If only my time was relative to her,  Then I would be writing a different narrative. I imagine her appearance across my face, her dimples when she smiles.  If only I could touch her, It could mean the world to me. I would invent the time machine, Only to retrieve her from my image. If only I could see her in real life, Talk my way to her heart ❤️  Reveal my pure intentions And create a relationship  If only she could see me, Then she would know  how much she means to me. How much I dream about her at night If only I could be with her, Then my troubles would cease to exist Since she would make me whole. If only I saw her reflection, I would not need a mirror since The only image that comes to mind is hers' If only she knew my existence, Then I would be writing a different story If only she would understand this piece, But she is just an image that will fade with time. ©MkurugenziFrankie

  It has been months since i wrote to you... Am afraid my time in this world has lapsed and i still carry a heavy burden deep in my heart  Lost in deep paranoia that the cancer is eating me alive from the inside out... My cancer is no simple disease that the doctors can cure by putting their gigantic hands inside of me. It is basically a lie that has many layers, making it hard to peel off my naked skin.  I write by mere thought striking its way to the ink on my pen, Hoping that finally the lies will end and i will be reborn as a new identity.  "Tonight, a day like no other, i have never done this before, Am nervous not about the interview am currently going to but because of the one sitted beside me."  I am asleep or so you think, trembling by the fear of rejection, being 40 years old and unmarried is a disaster to my family and i swore on my 39th birthday that i will make sure come rain or sunshine i will have a wife by any means necessary before my 40th Birth...

 Another day in the gutters as my Memory serves me cold as ice as I reminisce instants that altered my fate, A love journey like no other. I was born out of Love but couldn't find affection. Having been in only one relationship that existed for only a month after we tried to have sex and failed. After being used to pornography, I couldn't raise my stick without an alarm, but since she was not alarmingly, I couldn't convince him with my mind or eyes. it was the end of us, even though she didn't admit to that after we broke up. We can only conclude there is no going back from there.  Being a Virgin was a constant choice that my parents made me choose or else I was doomed to hell for all eternity. I grew believing I wouldn't have sex until marriage. Majorly the reason I drugged myself in porn, but it didn't help, instead made things worse.  My young life was full of fun, laughter, and games until adolescence caught up with me. At first, it was a sensation that made...

The Devil solely talks to me at night, I close the curtain not to divulge my nudity to him. His glint storms my castle to find a desolate throne and without a word, he takes hold of me in my kingdom.  Silence invaded my affliction as I stood there powerless over my own body, letting myself be violated by him.  It was a moment of immobility that you didn't want to stop.  The Devil found me at my lowest and we became my friends, He took me to the wrong places but it felt good. I met him by accident and although he was bad, he was in the right place at the right time. As My friend always said the timing of God is perfect but The Devil is always on time. Our Love was born out of Depression, I was mad that no one cared for me, my friends were only there by name, but action speaks louder than names. My parents were not aware but at the back of their minds, you could see their suspicious faces staring at you every time you cracked a joke. My life was practically simple as my par...

‘it’s high time you leave my son’s house, I don't condone your shameless behavior". I don’t see who the woman is,’ my mother-in-law spoke up. I don't know why, but ever since the dawn of time, She always had a way to piss me off. I believe she wanted me out of her son's life, but I love ❤️ him with all my heart. My Mother in law came to our home like a devil in sheep's clothing. Unfortunately, my man was a "mamas boy" She was supposed to stay for a week but overstayed her welcome for months now. Every sunrise I was tormented by her nagging cravings. it was almost like she was my child. I don't hate her but she never took me as a woman but like a housewife.   At first, I was just trying to fit in with her, but it reached a point of no return. As if that wasn’t enough, my husband was defending her every time there was a disagreement. ‘Mom, I am dedicated to giving you offspring but, we can only plan but God provides. Honestly, We tried all possible ways...

I felt a relationship gliding its aisle into my heart ♥.  I am a man bred from a woman  however, my comrades disgrace the woman  Enunciate against the love of women  Yet at one point,  They came from the same womb of the woman  They drank from the same source of the woman They were feed and nurtured by the woman  She may not be your Mother but she is a Mum.  She may not be your daughter but she is a woman.  My Woman my friend, My woman my Mum The young man looks with the stain on his eyes feeding on the woman. Crying out for her attention to feel her warmth and take hold of his cushion and Guardian Angel. but as the Little Man grows, so does his mind forget the small things that matter.  Tears stain cheeks and bloodshot eyes are the cries of women on the streets. I am a man but I speak for women. Speaking against shameful acts that are too ludicrous to even speak of. Men with no manhood but lascivious men, those who think that what's bet...

Yes am right here, Yes am not wrong. Yes, my stupid heart still cares for you,  Yes am still waiting for your response,  I see you Don't like reading,  Maybe I was wrong,  But you said I was Right,   It is Confusing  yet regaling  The light was your Presence,  Darkness was your Absence,  Now am lost in a sea of gulf  Senses turned  outrageous  Left for Dead yet still hanging by a seam,  Thrashing your weapon of choice 'Silence' way deep down my spine  You made me weak and unstable.  begging for your response like a dog Qualms in my mind, after being lambasted  Life took a route and I took a wrong turn. One glimpse of the future and took my past on a rollercoaster. A blue tick ✔️  is a confirm yet there is no affirmation of us  Crazy! At some point, yes I was  The rod spoiled the little child in me.  I was led to be a believer, But Life taught me otherwise. Small things matter thus my...