Micro082914: Use Dodo

He sensed an opportunity here. The long plastic contraband had been burning a hole in his mind, worried his mother might find it when she cleaned out their room. “Bend!” He commanded.

Micro080214: Saved

Once upon a time, a thirteen-year-old girl imagined herself in love. In the secret places of her mind, she allowed images to overwhelm her, carbon copies of the heaving bosoms and ravishing kisses overflowing from romance novels concealed under her bed. She gloried in the power she held over her fifteen-year-old boyfriend, feeling his body…

Micro080114: The Prize of Silence

Once upon a time, a young man proclaimed to his family that he was going to marry. The young woman he had chosen, bore the ropy scars of abuse that leave no visible trace. Those who knew, complicit by their silence in her abuse, donned pearly smiles at the celebration of the young couple’s union,…

Micro072814: Just Joking

Once upon a time, a woman longed to have a baby girl to fill her home with flowers and pretty things, to provide the softness she did not see in her four sons. She prayed in the way she had been taught, followed the rules her scriptures dictated, till her god looked upon her, pitied…

Micro072514: Pictures

Once upon a time, a man took a picture. The colors were vibrant, bouncing off dark brown skin that shone with sunlight’s kisses and wrinkled upon itself with age. The deep set brown eyes leapt off the photograph, saying something profound, but the photographer did not hear it. The photograph made rounds throughout the World,…

Confidence

Karibu Reader! Have you ever experienced doubt? You get that question coming up through all the other noise bugging you and asking if you really are what you say you are, if you’re really doing what you think you’re meant to be doing. When the little doubt I still possess creeps up on me, I…

Old Inspiration

The art of finding inspiration from something old doesn’t require practice.

It’s your thing. Do what you wanna do.

Karibu Reader and Happy Father’s Day! Toronto is finally warm and I find myself inexorably pulled outside basking in the sun. As an author trying to offer entertainment to readers, I’m often baffled by the notion of trying to get fans. If I were to approach a random person (she’s a black woman like me)…

Sorting through confusion

Karibu reader! The weekend is upon us, what are your plans? I went to an all-girls secondary school where I studied music under a teacher we all loved. In trying to teach us what syncopation was she had us clapping to and memorizing this little ditty, Syn-co-pa-tion Teaches you to Con-centrate. This week has been…

Rebels UNTIE!

Karibu reader! I hate rules. Don’t you? I dislike being told what to do and sometimes have to check myself before I rebel simply because someone told me what to do. I never thought of myself as a rebel and still don’t regard myself as one, but try telling me what to do see what…