I am NOT my hair! July 6, 2015. So this post was inspired by a couple of articles I just read about certain hairstyles defining a group of people.

And by the way, Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Nothing could ever dim from my memory the calmness of that cool afternoon. It was right after my second lesson when my Uncle Frank came to whisk me from boarding school. My teacher; Miss Okere called.

We woke up this morning to memories of this day 2 eventful years ago. Not to us, be the glory.

She spread her tongue on his bloody stomach and the metallic taste of his blood on her tongue spread warmth to her veins. You taste so good she told him with a bloodied smile. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of Gory Tales. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Buzzing all around you,. Of mothers you saved but still had to die. With those children still inside them. No, the sun, for heaven does know loss. Gloomier than darkness when you ceased to shine. You stopped counting at 22. And when you rose,. Puss and blood trickling your thighs. You showed us how to be strong.

Random stuff i think of when im alone. Determined not to scream i look away from him refusing him. You see my pain and frustration, i can feel him willing me to break, willing me to crack right open but i go on pretending he is not there. I hope you enjoy it.