On days I feel like crying

I overthink

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

#Mondaymornings

salma babani 2018

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Tides came

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 celebrated

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

 

 

Draft by Draft: The Narrowing Lens of “Stranded” — Discover

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

Its not always you

maybe its them

they may have a problem

dont blame yourself

don’t take it too serious

life is too short, masha Allah

Maybe they had a bad day, Alhamdullilah

they needed  a scape goat, well fine

it ended up being you, coincidentally yet unfortunately

its just their insecurities, subhanallah

they are portraying it on you, masha Allah

Get over it , The world does not hate you

Its all fine, get yourself some tea

light up  a candle, extinguish that flame of doubt

It was not you, maybe its just them

 

 

On jealousy and Envy

Hey people , its another sunday but the previous week was filled with a rice poem , so here comes the most anticipated one, *drum roll*

So this is on Anger and frustration in actual sense

It wishes to consume you

like a lighter to an oil lamp

the fire was ignited

It burned and stung so much

like an explosion , it threatened to escape

the latter , like an itch

you can’t reach

Yet it keeps nibbling at you

calling on you , reminding you of its presence

Urging you to act upon its wishes

To make you a fool of yourself

A shadow of your former self

A temporary king and victor

Permanently vanquished in the eyes of all

 

 

 

 

 

for the love of rice

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