Category: Stories/Poems

A PHASE OF LUST : THE FACE OF LOVE

She grabs her handbag then rushes to the washroom. In the washroom alot happens. There are those that are there to fix the ruined make up, those that are there to call their moms to assure them that the sleep over at Jane’s place is going on well, whilst some use the washroom to figure a way to escape the claws of the hungry men.

Quarentine

Quarentine, this is a word not known to alot of people before sister Rona came to be. I remember when it came,My grandma was...

PRIDE

Can’t lower my pride To make you my ride Or die That ain’t a lie I know am too hot to floss I know...