Grey's Book Club

He didn't kiss me hard so I wasn't afraid of my lips swelling. He kissed me with care Chasing away the fear He took his time not to hurt me The gentility, kindnesses, nothing to worry. When he went slowly, I was afraid he would stop. But if he went too quickly My heart would swoon and drop. Too bad it was all a dream. A vivid reality, locked in a bizarre realm. I can't stop crying, Or maybe I should But the tears keep spilling, The heart keeps breaking Reminding me of why I should have ran. The world keeps spinning The tears keep falling Reminding me of how it began. I promised myself to be strong. It wouldn't hurt anymore Now I've broken my promise, I am wrong. Because of him, the runaway love. Kolapo Zainab Bibitayo

I see blue instead of gold The colors of darkness therein unfolds. But, What's the color of darkness? Brown? This depends on what color dampens the sun from the mirrors of your eyes. Which may be mostly yellow . Or white, or gold... But when you are blind, It is a black that's bold. Or shades of grey and gray Or stinging red rays Blood shot marble stars The eye cells dancing apart Like the fusion of rainbow With a spear shot from the rain's bow. Pouring colors all over Or making them disappear Like they fade into the moon Or they are shadowed by the sky's duvet. Or buried                 When no light reaches        Or no life breathes Or no yellow           No green Just different shade of darkness       Dawn dark Dusk dark      Or Midnight dark. No other color but black darkness. Or blue darkness          Li...

All I had was a box of tissue, Damaged. All I had was my pillow to cry on, Frustrated. All I had was my diary to share my woes with. Alone. September 6, I was exactly fourteen When I was made into a thing My dad was two years dead And my mum was just wedded He snuck into my room And ever since, my nights spelled D-O-O-M Fifteen, I topped the list of abortion Oh! Not again! I can’t find my menstruation! Many would wonder, If sharing my story is such a hard task. I would have told my mother, But she’s forcefully eloping with breast cancer. Hoping the days would flash back. I had nowhere to go And my light ceased to glow He keeps coming I became tired of running. She is the sunshine in my day But her lover (cancer) is selling her to death without pay She was all the joy I could get But her life ticks to sunset I feel dead already I feel empty and shady I have no future; There is no dream to nurture! So painful; All I had was knife to slit my w...