Dead cells

I’ve been asking people to follow me, as if I’m not lost… I’ve been looking for love, and validation…only getting likes, and eventual frustration. I’ve let people into my world, and played host, but I’ve been trying to share more than just a post. I’ve been trying to find myself in a selfie, all these

My best nightmare

She said run chidi, run! Don’t look back for things you missed, or things you miss…never stop chasing your bliss, but remember this, now the world is in your hands, so please don’t make a fist… And then I woke up SWEATING

Burning bushes (commission)

I saw bushes burning and they spoke to me… Am I a bushman that strayed too far from his Bush, have I simply burnt myself out? or was I burnt out of my bushes and chased away… My side burns and afro were far too bushy, “keep it professional” they say… And I felt the

Kind stranger

She was a kind stranger, I had never met anything of the kind, or anyone stranger… To some a freak, to me unique To some she seemed lazy, and a coward… To me she was bravery and power. To me she was sweet, to some sour… She told me she didn’t care about them, or