Why me? It was the question that always rained down my veins each time I thought of making sense of everything around me. Perhaps chaos...

Since my last blog, titled Journals Part II, I have been feeling quite uninspired to write any new pieces. I don’t know why this happens...

Was it fathers death that changed everything for me? I still struggle to find answers to most of the things that have been impacting me,...

You and I, everything that we’ve expressed in the midst of misery, where beauty is just another dull word and happiness is a fancy fiasco...

The credits rolled in unwittingly, slowly closing in on the ‘new idea’ that needed to be depicted, as the tunes of our minds shifted into...

If ever, merely for the art of expressing, I am asked to narrate about love, I’d pause, think of all that ought not to and start leaving...

It’s a rough world out there, with so much to contradict the very notion that life revolves around, epicenters struck with unending...

This world, a crazy place to be if you are trying to find an escape, unto the shadows of glamour—to walk like the cosmos did each night....

Our lives are shaped by endless encounters with tragedies. And in each, there is a selective joy, which drills its way into the center of...

The Tragedy of our Lives is a collection of poems compiled by myself over the seconds when my mind wants to write. The thought of writing...