Pursuits of Happiness.

Here's a story you won't get a chance to listen to every other day; be it in church, at the local with your buddies, over your favorite radio station or at your numerous business meetings twenty floors into the skyline of the city. It's a one time chance for you to really see black from…

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Over The Edge.

“I was almost certain that that was how the result would turn out. Somehow still I did not have the strength stand when the doctor said I had aggravated stage two pancreatic cancer,” goes a reminiscent Bobby. He stares into oblivion like he can see something beyond the wall far ahead. We sit at the…

A Pinch Of Yeast.

The crowd - humble in all senses - craned their head to the raised podium, nodding in affirmation. The commanding silence could almost let you hear their faith sing in chorus. It was Sunday the 21st of October, 2018.

Things Your Man Won’t Tell You.

Dear ladies, please take this under advisement; We (men) are not the proverbial sexual beings the world paints us to be. So when you think that ‘all you can do for your man’ has something to do with sex, then you got something else coming.

Worlds Apart.

The feeling when she finally notices your vibe, laughs to your jokes, dances to your music and sings along too is priceless. In a bleep, you're diving into the sky. You would beguile the moon to hang low, shy of touching the lake with her shine just beyond the horizon. You can snap the sun…

Lessons they won’t teach you.

September has been a month to put to book and bed. From Brett Kavanaugh to Sharon Okoth to Jacque Maribe. I can't be the judge to whatever happens to the former. Sexual harassment isn't something you sweep under the carpet over a 'sorry'. And so for false pretence to defame an individual. Ultimately, the truth…

The faults in our stars.

“I never for once thought it would get to this,” she goes in reference to a black eye, a spontaneously inflamed face, roughed up hair and wildly done buttons. She covers her face to hide her tears. You can see her body quiver. Probably from the memories of the preceding events, rage or worse, from…

Body Counts.

“Are you expecting anyone?” asks this curious guy, eyes glaring in the neon lights? “Excuse me?! ... I... I ... can't hear you,” answers the lady on the counter, back against the crowd. She leans towards his direction kin not to spill her drink “I - SAID - ARE - YOU - EXPECTING - ANYONE?”…