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When I need a quiet place to think I go to the cemetery. No matter what time it is, day or night, I go to the cemetery, sit on someone's grave and tell them my story. Who the hell they going to tell?! Shit! I read their headstones "loving husband and father" bullshit! He throws so much horn in her, barely supporting her and the pickney she had for him. Bastard! That is why your ass is 6 feet under my ass right now. Sorry, I digress, like I was saying, I like going to the graveyard - the home and final resting place for the mortal body.

Love of the cat

I love my pussy - yes my pussy. I do not call her vagina that just sounds to fucking prissy. Pussy is what I call her; she takes care of me, I take care of her. She insists that I groom her to his liking. I oblige. He likes her bald and smelling of a hint of jasmine. She is always well moist and plumped when he is around. She loves him, I know it. Always so fucking ready to do his bidding - at times I am disgusted at her weakness for him. She missed the ‘am woman hear me roar’ movement, the ‘burn ya bra’ rally. He on the other hand gloats at the measure of control he has over her. But what can I do, but give in.

Gift

i can see. my third eye is open wider than most. i talk to the dead. i deliver their messages.

Doctor B

It is a good thing I wore underwear; because every time this man is present I get wet. He calls, I get wet; he emails - I get wet. Waters apart we are - literally and that is reflected in the seat of my thong. The fucking universe has not seen it fit for us to be together yet. Can you imagine! My pussy is pissed with that – metaphorically; all now she waiting for him to choke her. She refuses to allow me to entertain even the thought of anyone else. She will stay tight for him - literally. When the time comes she will be bald so he can see her sweet pussy juice in the dim lights.This one is a keeper. I will burn every red fucking candle, anoint with every love potion available, powder down with the stay home and come to me. Yes, the woman with the tied head would guide me to keep the bitches at bay.

Eggun

She wears a straw hat to protect her from the sun; her skin is wrinkled like crushed brown paper; she has several teeth missing; she is a cigar smoker; she sits on my veranda shelling peas. Without a word, I sit beside her and start to shell. She barely acknowledges me - barely. She sniffs snuff; I can see the residue around her nose hole. Her clothes are too big for her; he sits hunched over; her hands are rough and ashy.She starts to talk.She tells me about my past - my mistakes - opens my fucking closet and ridicules me about my skeletons. Talks about the men I’ve loved, the pussy I gave to early or too late. The men I should not have been with but fell prey to their sweet lies and dark skin. My financial struggles - rent being late, lights turned off, gas turned off, fucked up credit, housing court, landlord issues, mould in the bathroom, mould in the kitchen, mice, roaches, fuck up neighbours, fuck up super, apartments with no heat, apartments with too much heat, sick friends, Andrea's suicide, Artis' death, Cheryl's death, Umolu's death, my first love - maybe my last love.She tells me about my present - and not to fuck up the relationship I am in now, he can make a lady out of me, swell my aging womb before it is too late. The job I just landed - learn to pick my battles and suck it up, stay quiet. Be grateful to the ones who have assisted me when family turned their backs against me. Respect my altar, pay attention to my visions, anoint myself, and take regular bush baths because the bitch will not rest until you are dead. Pay tribute to my ancestors.
My fingers are raw from shelling peas, not once did I look up to acknowledge what she says; embarrassed that she knows my shit. I realise she has not said anything about my future; that’s when I looked up - she says what can I tell you that you don’t already know.

Open invitation

So I have decided to join the world of blogging. Here I will post my thoughts and I am inviting you to comment and post yours.