Why Humans Are Necrophiles

At times, we “fall in love” with a person, and in our eyes they can do no wrong. Soon, we have sex with them, and in the aftermath of the fuckery, the rose-tinted lenses through which we saw them fall off our eyes. We start seeing their true colours, they become unbearable to us, and two seconds later, we break up with them. It would seem as though the tea got spilled after we fucked it (whatever “it” is) out of our systems.

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Have you noticed how people get more love when they are dead? It is like death makes us see them in a new light. Why do we wait until people pass before we show them we appreciate them? Is it that we only love them dead? Continue reading “Why Humans Are Necrophiles”


Period Jokes (Are They Even Funny?)

If a woman made a period joke, I know I would laugh. It might not be so funny coming from a man. But from a woman? I’d go like:

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Siiissss! You play too much! Wey tew mach!

Because I feel a certain “camaraderie” based on us enduring painful things associated with periods, it makes it easier to laugh. It is almost a bonding experience for us. The same way we do not expect a white person to call a black person the N-word or a German making Holocaust jokes, is the same way I (personally) do not expect a man to make period jokes. Continue reading “Period Jokes (Are They Even Funny?)”

The Child Who Went Searching for a Soulmate…

Okay, this post is not even serious. The title probably looked profound. Tee-hee-hee! 

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Nothing is ever that serious, ya know?

The idea of this post is that we find our souls first. How do you go searching for a soulmate when you have not found your own soul? Charity begins at home. Continue reading “The Child Who Went Searching for a Soulmate…”

On Explaining Why People Are Queer

In my third year at the university, my Research Methodology assignment was on homosexuality. My classmates and I had to come up with two topics each and the lecturer would approved one. My first proposed topic was on Sex Work. Homosexuality was the second. No one was writing anything similar and I was feeling like a bad beesh… hehehe! Eventually, my lecturer approved that I write on the latter. At the time, no lecturer was going to teach homosexuality in class. No one was going to talk about it. And I just want to talk about those thing people are scared to talk about.

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Liking People VS Loving People

For me, loving a person means I will not hurt them deliberately. It also means I get to be kind to them, not speak ill of them in their absence, and wish them good things.  That I can love them means I have enough love inside me. From this deep well of love within me, I am able to share with every sentient being.

Based on this, I probably love venomous snakes. Uh-oh…

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(Short Story) Murder on Bishop Close

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Monday, April 3rd, 2017

Okon knew he was about to die.

In spite of the galling sounds of different generators renting the air, it was hard to miss the sound of wooden soles walking behind him with purpose and certainty. In the manner of visceral reactions, Okon’s skin crawled, as if trying to escape his body. He quickened his footsteps, and the ones coming after him followed suit. This confirmed that the person walking behind him was bent on hurting him. Screaming for help would be futile – the sounds of the generators would subdue his voice. Continue reading “(Short Story) Murder on Bishop Close”

The Law of No Absolutes and Labelling One’s Self

When identifying with labels, it is important we create room in those boxes so that we can easily move around. One way or another, a particular label has a way of clashing with other labels we identify with. Your label as a daughter could conflict with your label as a sister.

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