Category: Culture

  • THE BLACK LIPPED WOMAN

    They had all seen her grow, witnessing the different phases she went through. They had rebuked her for playing in the rain every single time the clouds above decided to weep into their plots of lands. Some even thought she wasn’t ladylike enough when she decided to play hide and seek with the boys at…

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  • PIECES

    There was an awkward moment between her thoughts and emotions, almost as though she was about to drown in despair. For quite sometime now she had struggled to find herself. For days, she had felt as though the image in the mirror was only but a reflection of who she was. She had fumbled and…

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  • LIMBO

    DarknessInviting, attractive and seductiveIt looms around me with weight so heavyI can barely feel my ownWith a cloud so heavy above me i can no longer feel the sun shineShadowsMere replica of what is left of meThe definition of an image so minute I can barely acknowledge its existenceAnd yetA complete imposterMimicking every detail of…

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  • IN THE SHADOWS

    There is something about the breeze. The insanely cool breeze from the ocean on a Saturday afternoon. There is a chill it brings every time it caresses your cheeks and brings about an appealing chilling sensation that persistently battles the heat trying so hard to build up inside you as a result of the scorching…

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  • WHEN THE BOUGH BREAKS

    Appearances can be the most important thing from time to time. Perhaps this explains why women take forever to get dressed for both special and not-so-special occasions. On this particular morning, Mary wasn’t having it easy. She stood in front of the mirror staring at her image after fitting into the fifth dress and yet…

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  • A BLOSSOMING CHERRY

    A quiet man is a thinking man. A quiet woman is a mad woman with scheming thoughts. Saturday nights were slow, not what I anticipated. On such days I would spend hours catching up on my favourite telenovelas or some Hollywood series every Jane Linda and Mary has been rattling about. Other days were harder,…

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