How do you do it? How do you grab my senses to yourself? So that when I walk into a room that has you in it, my eyes look for you and don’t rest until they find you. My legs move one after the other, heels clinking, making their way to where you stand and…
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Something happened to me two days ago. I was your usual Zach. Chill Zach. Lover of Game of Thrones Zach. Lover of Lifehouse Zach. Lover of Chapati Zach. Lover of Suzzie Zach. I was going to marry Suzzie in two days. And when you think of someone, they seem to think about you too. Because…
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I had missed my dad. The doctor told my mum that I will be going home soon. I don’t know how soon soon is, but I know it’s not soon enough. That is what my dad said when I told him what mum had been told by the doctor. He got up from where he…
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Mine is the typical story of a failed marriage. You think you have it figured out. You also think he has you figured out. So decidedly, you take a chance on each other. And they call you a married woman. Years into your marriage, you have children with him. They still call you a married…
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I have a good mind to strut in here and pretend that this is not a brand new year. I could go ahead and narrate a story I was told recently, try to make it the best read you’ve come across so far this year, yet, and hope that I succeed. I could choose to…
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I hold a wedding invitation card in my hands. A man I know is about to get married. Fancy that! Just a month ago, I held a steak down with a fork, cut out a chunk of it and placed it on my tongue. I moved it between my teeth, soaked it in saliva, bit…
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Go ahead. Ask me about this man that I loved so much, enough, in fact, to agree to marry him just so that I could spend the rest of my life with him. The rest of my life. Isn’t that something? And I did it young too – on my 28th birthday. That was pretty…
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If I open that door, he will be standing on the other side. Shifting his weight from one leg to the other. Wearing a remorseful look. The smile that I had come to know and love will be nowhere in sight. He will still stand tall, bewitchingly handsome. His hair will have been left to…
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