Essays & Poems

When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I wanted to get love or appreciation, maybe something to last a month or two, I took a book as a gift, maybe he will kiss me even more.

I met him at a friend’s party and we danced. Some weeks later I saw him at a suya spot, he paid for my meat. On Sunday he was sitting close to me in church, was he following me I pondered. He was tall, taller than boys his age, he was dark and kept a… Continue reading No Gentle Lover

It’s in sex we know God is real, it is never in the first skin we peel.

How will the world see me, how do I tell them I might be gay? All I ever wanted was to kiss your lips, to feel your breath on my skin, hot and silky while I touch your curves. Your lips are pink and supple, I wish I could kiss them: your perky nipples are… Continue reading Being Gay!

For a little knowledge here and there I signed up for a class online, I got out because the class was a clique, and everyone seemed to know the other person except me. I am a loner, and always will be. Every one of my contributions was swept under the rug, I asked myself if… Continue reading Chasing Empty

I submitted my resume to a white guy at a furniture house. I was looking for a salesperson’s position, I just left school and I needed the money. He called me later the next day. I thought I had gotten the job, but all he said was” I like your ass and eyes” if only… Continue reading White Penis

You should know I wasn’t created this way. I was loving and playful too. I never had a toy or a bicycle. But my friends and I played in a circle of four, sometimes five too.

Fake smiles real tears: my soul is not free, I thought we were family but you showed me we can’t be.

A dancing baby, a laughing tree: I should blame you for behaving badly, parking outside a sharia court.