Amina.

My mother still wonders why We talk for long hours over the phone And meet over dinner And yet Awila, The neighbor’s daughter Fetches her water Amina, you are a watershed If you are not then your love is I find it hard to delineate between the two My temple dances then bends down for… Continue reading Amina.

Lust of hearts.

I want us to go to a place, somewhere you pass by daily in your wake through life. There, we will witness the winds bed there ambience (not that I haven't been there before), I'd want to savour how your nose glitters in the solace of breezes. And below the same trees, let us spread… Continue reading Lust of hearts.