Of Byes That Ain’t Good…

And if love had a voice, the sound of your laughter would be it. I feel privileged to have existed in the same space with you, to have had the honor of creating memories with you. There are certain things in life that until you get a better version of, you will never realize how…

To The Son I Am Yet To Have…

To the son I am yet to have – I am not a perfect man, I have done things that I am not proud of, things I wish I could take back, hearts I wish I could unbreak , promises I should have kept, time I wish I could give back but what’s done can…

Dear Black Girl – It Ain’t Magic…

Dear Black Girl… And it came to pass that they looked at you , saw how amazing you are and envied you – so they came in their numbers, taught you how to hate yourself, introduced you to a world that is consistently trying to tear you down. They taught you to carry pain so…

To The Daughter I Am Yet To Have II …

I have never been a person who enjoys to share my space. Life is much easier and funnier when lived in my own space, in my own head. But once In a while some special breed of humans walk by, change your perspective and shift your view . And with that, the first collaboration of…

To The Daughter I Am Yet To Have…

Dear Baby Girl As you will soon learn the day you are born – daddy ain’t perfect. I will wait for your arrival in the corridors of the hospital [watching Netflix ],a plastic bag full of bananas for you mama in hand because well , that’s what I saw other men do . Talking about…

For The Girl I Met Through Her Words..

I think of you more than I should, I smile like a fool as I read through your words. ” Let there be, Let there” I mimic the creator, trying to create with my own words but instead of light, ” Let there be us” I say.  My heart skips a beat as I scroll…

For The Boy Who Will One Day Date My Daughter..

Dear Boy And truth be told – I don’t really like you. All my life I have been watching Steven Segal movies and practicing how to break your neck if you are to ever break her heart.In my mind I will always be the Jack Bauer to my daughter’s 24 and you, you are Abu…

By The Time He Woke Up….

Its day 18 of the WINTERABC so here we go… I was sixteen the first time I saw her at the market.Growing up, Papa had taught us better – never speak to the Master unless spoken to, he said. Never look at his family for too long,unless if the ancestors are calling for you from…

How Not To Be Racist – A Guideline For First Year Students.

And here I was, seated alone reading John Grisham’s novel – A Time to Kill, waiting for the bus to arrive. He appeared from nowhere and his eyes lasered in on me,as if I was his target for the day. There was something unusual about him,and the way he moved with a limp in his…

Death Is Funny Like That…

They say time heals, the sadness gradually goes away, fresh wounds become old scars and we learn to live again, or do we?. We hashtag grief and make it trend like a Donald Trump tweet #ThisTooShallPass . But does it really pass ?, or we just learn to mask away our pain with time, after…