And have too many vague dreams
my eyes are tired and my mind restless
my countenance peaceful
Some days i cry for a reason
Probably as a scientist i should know
sometimes it was anaemia and fatigue
other times it was just hormonal imbalance
My deja vues plague me
I felt disconnected from reality
I felt as though i was in an unending dream
i shed those tears
Sometimes I didn’t need a reason
I don’t have to explain myself always
salma babani 2018
The tides came and
Washed her steps away
As though footprints were never engraved
Her feelings washed away with the tide
But the tides come and go
So do people.
Hello wordpress I am back finally and here to stay not like tides hopefully.
Tides on daily post
beautiful picture is not mine but i have a post liking to the owner of this image
Salma babani copyright 2018
misogyny is enamored by us
boys will be boys , they said
but she is a girl, why not………..
endless improvement suggestions
pushed down our throats
why can’t you keep your husband straight, you have failed
see so and so her husband doesn’t do this, why not………….
why is he beating her, she is not clean
she does not know how to keep a man
why will he, if she had been coy, sweet talker, better cook
better yet always improving herself
Be more patient, are you praying ?
while no effort is made over there,
so i say, why not….he…………….
can she clap with one hand ?
better yet, is he still a child ?
endless rhetorical questions
At Brevity, Jill Talbot, author of the memoir The Way We Weren’t, gives us a masterclass in revising our writing after rejection: “So many times, we have to get out of our essay’s way.”
via Draft by Draft: The Narrowing Lens of “Stranded” — Discover
Now i know whats probably on your mind as a reader, that oops here she comes again, she probably ate rice and can’t keep shut or its the santi, the rice was talking it possessed me “but no! ” in my beyoncé voice, it was just as inspiration goes, so without further a do, can you guess i have been watching nach baliye and i don’t care whether its divek or ishima and vivek but i want them to win.
rice rice rice oh what have you done to man on earth
you so plain looking yet exquisite
savoury and sweet as in pudding or salty and fried as in naasi goreng
even while bare you roar up a fight
from the commoners to the rich you are best to all
with the best stir fry you create a tamashah ( ruckus )
with the least of ketchups you make ears roll
to the hungry stomach you are music
jollof rice na you ; nations are at twitter wars for you
fried chicken is your icing on the cake
maggi is the sugar in your tea
pepper is the key to your flavour
tomato is the door to your beauty
sorry for the interruption in the book please a round of applause for rice, thank you, now for the loverrs of rice, just think about the best rice you have had in a while, now use the brain cells you have left after all that sweet memory to give rice a huge round of applause.
A snippet of my book on wattpad A heart for the slum