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FATHER IN HEAVEN

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A lie to my daughter I have always had many things to say, but not this time I have had answers to all her questions, but today I didn’t I stood numb in front of my daughter, doing as much as I could to avoid her sight Her question echoing through every fabric of my soul And so I walked away from her without a word Resigning to my room in utter destitute First my lips fail me, now my eyes...

MY VALENTINE

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And there it was, the long-awaited D-Day; the Valentines day. The serene day of love and affection; bliss and bloom; make and break. A romantic amalgam of expectation and anxiety hovered in the air with distinction. Spontaneously, I had chosen to have the date at a fancy hotel next to our swanky neighborhood. Everything was set; the dinner tables neat and cut-clean. The candles flickering to give...

HOW I MET MY FIRST CUT

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And there we were, attending that high school seminar at a top school back then. l knew it was long overdue so l needed to finally have a girlfriend for myself. l had turned 18, my loins beginning to get the better of me; my longing heart having fed enough on the denial. My mind always projecting into the fantasies of a would-be relationship; I now wanted to feel it; to experience the...

THE DAB OF A LIFETIME

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In one of those high school days when we had sneaked out, I sat quietly at the counter, my lofty legs dangling towards the neatly tiled floor of the night club. It was happy hour, in the midst of the frenzy, music blaring, the girls screaming and dancing wildly, the haves and have nots, both whining their bottoms,wiggling their waists plunging into their own sexiness; the overwhelmed men...

She found herself alone with a dream!

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Nothing prepared her for this thoughts.. wishes… dreams.. none of that or anything. all she thought she knew, was about to come into reality. his gaze burnt right into her skin… her senses so heightened like a wolf on the full moon In the reflection of his eyes, was a little girl creeping out of her grown body. Emotions so intense, she could feel them growling out to her unwanted...

OPEN LETTER TO MY DEAR IN LAWS

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I greet you honourable elders in the name of our ancestors. I hope all is well. I received your letter rejecting my request to let me visit you officially seeking your daughter’s hand in marriage. I received it with great reservation and utter dismay for the lack of a better word. I find your reasons avarice, unjust and unfortunate. Quite rightly so, my family has nothing much to our name...

I am in love with Matilda

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I saw her look for solace in her lonely self; she had been sobbing for a while. Her pillow flooding in tears; the rage in her beautiful teary eyes was unmatched. She spoke with a soft devastated tone and so evident were rills of anguish through the venae cavae of her soft loving heart. She was now a shadow of the strong revered Matilda we had all known two decades ago since our early schooldays...

The summit that made me fearless

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When I signed up to attend the Fearless summit 2018 in Kenya, little did I know that I was setting out to one of the best trips in my life. I remember telling one of my friends that I will be in the streets of Nairobi taking selfies as the summit was going on. This lack of enthusiasm was not down to a careless feeling of self importance, but as a Muslim, attending a Christian based summit was the...

Tales4Good: All she needed was a mother

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She wails uncontrollably, her innocent tears unceasingly flood her napkin. I can imagine the image of her heartless mother right through her wet eyes. Don’t the echoes of these cries disrupt her sweet sleep? How could she abandon such a beauty of a princess? I hastily grab a feeding bottle and give her a soft embrace. She suddenly goes mute, smiles and waves the bottle away without a single...

The tales of a first time traveller

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Never before had I been an “international” tourist, let alone “uluslalarasi turist”. How I had earned this trip, is a story for another day. Today am telling you about the trip itself. The weeks leading up to  it had been busy and wearisome, what with trying to get a visa. Unlike the stress I would later learn to endure at the Ivory Tower during the pursuit of documents; this chase I had done...

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