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 friendly, likeable, law-abiding, church-going member of our community. How stupid of me to forget that? Can you believe me? I hope you can forgive me. […]

Lie To Me

Tell me that I’m beautiful. Stroke my cheek and tell me that my face doesn’t look ashy. That it doesn’t need some color because it has enough color. It has enough color, honey. That it doesn’t feel dead against your touch. Feel the baldness of my head now. Forget the veins that are sticking out, and imagine that you’re stroking […]

She’s With Me

I would kill for her. No point lying to you. I have killed for her. I open my eyes to find her face barely an inch away from mine. I could have been woken by the sound of a police siren, or gunshots being fired, or the Muezzin calling fellow Muslims for prayer, or screeching brakes from some drunk driver […]

Ask Me About My Marriage

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 young for a generation that […]

Stained Sheets

The white sheets have blood stains on them. I leave the bed and head to the living room downstairs. I find him, sitting on the couch, his hands cradling his head. The heels of his legs move up and down as if afraid to touch the floor. He is shaking. He is mumbling something. I watch him get up and […]

Can You Hear The Drums?

It is 4.17am. There is a drum beating somewhere. My eyesight might be failing me, but my hearing hasn’t bailed on me yet. I can hear it loud and clear. It beats continuously. Dam daram…dam daram…dam daram… 4.22 am and it is getting fainter. Maybe ‘whoever’ is getting tired? The beats are weaker too. Dam…da-ram…dam…da-ram…dam…da-ram No it is loud again. […]