Fabrics Of My Heart…

Dear Santa, l am in love with a Muslim girl. I know, I know but she knows Abraham,Moses and she even believes our Lord Jesus was a prophet so that should count for something right. I have tried to forget about her but everytime she drops me a message I get that weird swooping ache…

Black Men Don’t Bleed

And if they ask me, I will tell them – Black men don’t bleed. We ooze affection, we radiate strength, we hold manuscripts of creation in our melanin, heck we do a whole lot of other things but we do not bleed .We are more hero than human, more rainmakers than dessert dwellers, more strength…

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…

Hello Doubt, My Old Friend

Mama I made it [does the go crazy dance] I honestly can’t believe it’s the last day of #WinterABC already . No this has not been an easy ride, infact I felt like quitting every damn day but here we are. So this one is for Afrobloggers – for creating an amazing platform for so…