confessions of a confused nigerian girl
A college girl's cooking.
Sunday, September 17, 2017
The thing is...
i do not know how to not be this loud. how to sit back and laugh like my tongue is dipped in cherries and honey how to shut up and bite m...
Thursday, April 20, 2017
In a bid not to become your mother, you have become the women your dad fucks to remind himself what a real human being feels like. he ha...
Sunday, December 25, 2016
A Litany of Confessions
Is there a word for the moment when you win an argument? when the punches have landed when you weren't even looking and how even though...
Friday, September 30, 2016
I've been grappling with what i want to say in this post. every year i ask the current year to be kinder to me than the previous year...
Sunday, March 27, 2016
It's 1 am in Nola and we're briefly gorgeous.
There's an old apartment somewhere in America tucked in between a city adorned in sin and the sky's blue dress. Some nights have fo...
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
I don't need anyone to distract me from myself anymore. I love the ones who look at me and know without a doubt that I'm in an il...
Saturday, June 13, 2015
On that first night when we crammed all of us into your back seat and tried to rub the melanin off our skin; you traced your tongue aroun...
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