TALES OF A BLACK WOMAN..ISSUE 4
Dark areola’s, nausea and two red lines were enough evidence to throw the words “I’M PREGNANT ”
The sole mother solo and alone, looking at her child, the product of her submissiveness, closed in her innocence she reminiscences her last encounter of bonding in between the sheets,
I wish I told you before our feelings became familiar friends that my sexuality bagged a problem,
That I couldn’t be the man deep into romantic interactions because my masculinity was kidnapped in the chattering footsteps of that “assault”.
The unexpected visitor visited my loins early;
I remember that day like it’s a scroll of importance holding a message of something sweet but then that day holds memories that barks around with huge golping sobs;
Let me just start by expressing how much I really hate the NYSC khaki, and I hate it more now knowing that I have to wear it atleast twice a week for the next 10 or something months.