Nkani: All That Glitters 7 – It’s the Simple Things

My phone rings and I sigh in irritation. How many times does one have to call before they realise I’m not available? Gosh. This is nonsense. The loud tone goes on. Why can’t I get what I want? Nothing is going right today. It’s one thing after another. I just want out of the day…

Dear Black Men 

The Rackster (follow blog here) helped make this story alive. Much love. We hope you enjoy it. I can’t sleep. I want to but I won’t. I can’t. What am I supposed to do? I want to cry? Maybe if I do my anger will be no more. Maybe I will see reason. Maybe I…

Last Night: Chronicles of an Alcoholic Pt 3

Chronicle is my name, Mother is my duty, Wife is an option, The crave that almost destroyed my life, Still in my hand, While my new born looks up at me from his crib, His blue eyes against my brown eyes, Shame slaps me, I cannot bear to face the world with my abomination I…

This is how the heart breaks

“I do not feel the same way about you.” He whispered. Ever felt your heart break. Well it felt like this: each beat was pain; like someone grabbed your heart from your chest and squeezed hard. “But Davey…” I started. “Let me….” “No.” He said. He stood in front me with his hands on my…

Last Night: Chronicles of an Alcoholic Pt 2

My name is Chronicle, I am an alcoholic, My heart whispers the words, My mouth shuts them out, Many beds and bottles later, Different men, I stand here, Looking at my life, My children see a mother I see a woman with a horrid present, The man I call my husband, Still sleeping next to…

Last Night: Chronicles of an Alcoholic pt1

I woke up with handcuffs, It’s not what you think I need to change It’s not my first time It’s becoming a habit, Last night is a blur Clinking glasses, Bright lights High heels, Short dresses Handsome men in suits, Flashbacks threatening to erupt That’s not the only thing trying to erupt, The smell of…