The Reneeissance

Girlfriend To Mistress, Khalid & Normani Love Lies

From Girlfriend To Mistress

A man and a woman sit in a restaurant having drinks. The man is happier than he’s been in days. Why would he not be? He is getting married tomorrow. It will be a grand[…]

The Whore on the third floor, 6lack free

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 4

I’m lying on my back with my legs spread out. Like a woman waiting to be fucked. Will it hurt? Will there be blood? I wear my skin comfortably, but my bedroom floor feels cold[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 3

Philip. I can smell him. The brightness of the morning has filled up my bedroom too eagerly. Philip is in my bed. And on my skin. And between my thighs. And tangled in my sheets.[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 2

Why? Why, what? Why, the name? The whore name. Is that really what you’d rather be doing? Talking about names? I’m lying on top of my bed. He is sitting on top of my study[…]

The Whore On The Third Floor – Part 1

I’ve heard the whispers. The whore on the third floor. That’s what my neighbors call me. Forgive my neighbors for their lack of creativity. I mean. Really. And don’t worry that I’ll be offended if[…]

Love Me Or Die

Till death do us part. I fear that sentence. But they will tell you that I fear commitment. Like commitment is something to be fearful of. She even said it. My girlfriend, Anna, I mean.[…]

The Letter That Stayed In My Pocket

Hi, Frida. My name is George. If you’re reading this, it means that I am braver than I thought. It means that I took a leap of faith. This leap will result in me falling[…]

Stab Me, Baby

I should have known my place. I am sorry. I should have remembered who I was dealing with. A respectable member of society. A suit-wearing family man. You. A loving husband. A caring father. A[…]

Give My Husband Back

The year is 2018. The time is 11:37 PM, on a Monday night. The location is somewhere along Kandara Road in Kileleshwa, Nairobi. I step out of the shower, I dry myself, tie a towel[…]

Pregnancy, Pregnant, Pregnancy Termination, Abortion

Mother, May I?

You had sex last night? Yes. Why would I care– wait. Was it consensual? Yes. We both wanted it. Good for you. Very much. We’ve been dating for a while now. You’re smiling. It must[…]

She calls you Daddy. A word that only leaves her mouth when she really needs something that only you can provide. Otherwise, if she can find it somewhere else, she’d rather look somewhere else. Because[…]

Normally, I Would Kiss You – Part 2

So what if my heart is broken? And if it is indeed broken, then what? Will it stop beating? Will I drop dead? Will I stop breathing? Will my senses cease to function rendering me[…]