rebellion

I want to be human or whatever.

I used to proud of my breast, now I hate it. I hate a lot of things; let me live through. I’m too young for what I am facing, I will take a picture of my naked self when I turn 22. Say a prayer for me or two. It is hard being a girl; I want to just be Human.

Pizza and iPhones and Prophets and shit!

I met Stephen at an outlet cafe, lets go to a nearby pizza hut, “I swear you will like it”. The shorts I wore was an old Jean that was ripped at one end, In Nigeria, they are male tailors who move with the head of a sewing machine, hitting a metallic scissors indicating their presence with every hit, they mend torn clothes, I had torn worn out Jean, I needed them.

I hate yellow and rules.

I watch my mother scream and nag at me for disobeying a rule she so long protected, rules are regulations, law or maybe guidelines. A regulating principle, something that keeps you in order.