When you hold me out a little away from your body and settle your hands on my hips so you can look at me good, I feel like a school girl. There’s a sense of abandon that being with you brings me.
Sometimes A Girl Just Wants to…
Mother asked if he was worth it. Is he serious? Is This serious? she said to me. How could I confess I was the one who asked for him to be just another iron in my fire of relationships? Can I explain to her that sometimes girls really just wanna have fun? Nothing beats a … Continue reading Sometimes A Girl Just Wants to…
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Hello 2014
As a kid death came early to me. My maternal great-grandmother died when I was seven. I have very little memory of being with her but stories abound of how mischievous I was as a kid and how I used to hide her rosary and prayer-books and watch gleefully as she searched for them. They … Continue reading Hello 2014
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Separation Anxiety
I agreed reluctantly to a break Afraid I would learn to love my independence all over again Wake up from my “single” honeymoon wondering what the fuck I was doing in a relationship to begin with I acquiesced to a break All the while nervous I would enjoy having my space back That I … Continue reading Separation Anxiety
Musings of An African Woman 