I thought of and typed out a title for this post before I actually got to writing it. I almost never do that, so I guess this a big deal LOL. (Do we put the LOL before the full stop or after? Whatever... I'm just going to finesse it.) True-Fiction. Today I saw one … Continue reading I Survived You: An Open Letter
What does it mean to be human? (Let's "pretend" I'm really high right now) The Human condition is perhaps the most complex thing anyone can ever attempt to comprehend. We are the complete product of a million and one experiences, none same as the other. How we think, what we do is pre-programmed without notice, … Continue reading Musing: What Does it Mean to be Human?
ARE YOU SEXIST? A QUESTIONNAIRE FOR MEN In each of the following scenarios, note down your emotional response using a scale of 1-5. Where 1 is not upset at all, and 5 is very upset. Vero, a married housewife has been cheating on her husband. Her complaint is that his penis is too small and … Continue reading ARE YOU SEXIST? A Do-It-Yourself Questionnaire for Men.
Did you know that, all the suggestions that come up when you google ways to die are not-so-subtly structured to convince you not to? It's very annoying. Today, Kofi contemplated suicide. He googled “painless ways to kill yourself” and actually scrolled through 2 or 3 links before the ardency of the moment squarely hit him. … Continue reading Selfish: A Self-Help Guide on Depression
This is not a representation of the authors personal views. “She got me boxers chaley. Fucking boxers” I turned away from my laptop so he could see the teasing glint in my eyes. He rolled over from the flat of his back unto his sides, head resting on his right arm, facing me directly. “I … Continue reading She Got Him Boxers: The Controversial Conversations of the WOKE Misogynist
I checked my Instagram and he had sent me a message, something about warning me since, and how shit had gotten real now or something funny like that. That wasn’t the interesting thing about the message really, he had used the Instagram stories feature, so the message? it was a video, of a room with … Continue reading The Cacophony of Breaking Mirrors; An Open Letter.
So how do I put this? I had a dream we were together, I had a dream you were in bed with me, I had a dream we kissed. It felt new, and sensual and.... ,my heart wrapped itself around yours. It was slow, tinged on an uncertainty, as if, we both knew but didn't … Continue reading Everything Wrong : Everything! With this Magic.
Understanding this post requires first, that you read all three parts of the miniseries: Here-There Part 1: A Science Fiction Experiment Here-There Part 2: A New Beginning (Extended Cut) Here-There Part 3: The Death of the Otherman Here-There, as the title of Part 1 (A Science Fiction Experiment) clearly evidences, started out as an experiment … Continue reading The Characters and Themes of Here-There: A 3 Part, True-Fiction, Series
It’s okay to be a woman, and want sex (coming right after an argument with my parents over gay rights) Oh my, the controversy I caused with this post on instagram. I have come to accept that for some reason I am constantly minded to speak out about things I am supposed to keep in … Continue reading It’s Okay to be a Woman, and Want Sex
Even as the sun sinks beneath two mountain peaks As certain to rise again as I am to be alive the day after tomorrow, I contemplate the could have beens that never was. So many of them, scattered in a history of high adrenaline conversations finally caving in to exhaustive hellos and how are you's … Continue reading On Another Could Have Been (A Soliloquy From the Third Perspective)
Someone told me sometimes out of body experiences are important. I decided to interview myself, because, well just because. Anyone else would have asked the wrong questions anyway. Plus it helped me deal...I was not particularly happy yesterday. I love everybody, no seriously I do, I'm just, I'm just trying to be the best I … Continue reading An Interview With Self (My name is Anobokiti and I am sad)
Sometimes it amazes me how much I know myself, how much I know life in itself. I know typing that last sentence I felt a bit cocky, I know anyone reading this who knows me thinks it’s me being my usual subtly conceited self (depends really on who the person is). The fact is, sometimes … Continue reading Alvin Akuamoah’s Fences