Prologue Titus The ugliness of the veranda is worth killing for, it is grotesquely plain, a blind stab to the heart of art. I love shapes, the beauty behind structures, the outer quality that gives form to the inner conversations of the mind. Through this I see man as an instrument of art, each … Continue reading LIFE: COLD, HOT AND ALL.
Between The Hole And The Girl In My Dreams Her name was Tolu and she had eyes that hypnotized me with ease, a smile that turned my dreams into reality, an unquestionable simplicity of character that was charming and haunting at the same time, and a voice that sprayed poppy on my nerves. But it … Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER
My father used to tell me I was the strongest child he knew and that I would grow into an even stronger woman. I was just six so I would frown my face at his comment. One day, while watching our soap opera, Superstory, we experienced a power outage. I reached eagerly for the emergency … Continue reading WHEN DEMIGODS GIFT YOU THINGS
When I looked up the dictionary definition of writing, I had half-expected to find a definition that will blow my mind while brow-beating me into thinking of writing as more than just an act of putting ink on paper, but really “Writing is just the activity of creating pieces of written work”. Anyway, after I … Continue reading ENTHUSING OVER SUBTLE ARTS: ON WRITING
It is our final year in school and after about eight years of living a life wherein I am consciously aware of how decisions effect changes in human existence, finding myself and my purpose have built great castles (and other less grand buildings) of worries in my mind. Struggling to decipher the various desires, wants … Continue reading ENTHUSING OVER SUBTLE ARTS: AN INTRODUCTION
A Dame To Deal For ********** There was a mild storm raging outside on that joyless day in April, the panes of my window shattered among themselves like cold-wrapped teeth, the howling noise that came forth shook the locals out of their consciousness and everyone retreated to the comfort of their homes, even the irritating … Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER
ON THE HEART OF WAR I knew something was going to go wrong. I felt it like I felt the sting of that yellow pendulum that hung itself across the sky that morning like a celestial stain which brought color and life to douse the plainness and gloom of the clouds. No matter how water-tight … Continue reading The Memoirs Of A Cynical Yarner
THE CASE OF THE MISSING WALLET SATURDAY, 1:30pm; My room After the third round of knocking began I went to answer the door, my mind suspended in between making a decision to put on a shirt or not. My skin was hot from the exercise, small beads of sweat rolled into themselves drawing lines across … Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER
For the love of what makes my heart beat each morning, for the love of the opiate that steals me away from the harshness and sometimes deafening illogic of real life, for the love of spicing up our lives, for the love of lighting up someone's face with words on a page, for the love … Continue reading Welcome!