Toxic Masculinity

I am on a road less traveled. A black African man on a road to understanding my emotions and hopefully normalise the sight of a sensitive Black African man. See, I was taught that men didn't cry. Men were not sensitive. Men could fight. Men slept with girls. So I grew up with standards of… Continue reading Toxic Masculinity



Took some time away to assess my growth and health. Dealing with ghosts in your closet seems to be an endless race, but just as I'm ready to give up, a strenght emerges from within. So I'm back, to share my stories, hoping to aspire those similar to me not to give up and believe...… Continue reading Winter


Him (part 2)

He who use to over power her, holding her wrist whispering words in her ears. He who use to make her shed tear, lock herself listening to his voice every evening unable to sleep. He who hates to see her smile, pulling her away from what she once loved. He who is the worse thing… Continue reading Him (part 2)

Diary of a hopeless romantic - short story

Her break: part 2

Puzzled by the world, a new door opens itself, allowing her to revive the words " I care". This boy so naive claiming that infatuation is not what drives, that they are the perfect pair. Only a few have crossed her path, less vocal than he, yet better at displaying their feelings. Display seems not… Continue reading Her break: part 2



Away from all the sounds of her world, she tucks herself in.  It's funny how loneliness creeps in at its peek when no notifications pop-up on your cellphone screen, this is what kills the most. The thought that no one is thinking about you or interested in staying up with you all night. We get… Continue reading Text