Discover Africa's most powerful written voices.

I thought I saw you in a window. You were at your favourite café, drinking coffee with your hair in a bun. You had on your favourite sweater, and that big stupid grin I haven't seen in forever. You looked like you were having the time of your life. I

Her eyes run deeper than obsidian. A smooth jet black, like marble on the floor of a palace. They call to you; they beckon. They offer you the chance to lose yourself for a while, to gaze into the abyss and watch the world disappear around you. It's unsett

I'm in love with you. In love with the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way the sunlight catches your hair. In love with the way you curl up next to me when it rains. The way you talk in whispers, like you don't want the clouds to hear you. I love how

I started out as a young poet
Back then my poems were bright and happy and numerous.
But I was in love, what more can I say?
I wrote poems about love,
Poems about smiles,
Poems about sunsets and...
Nothing, for a while.

I came back as a sad poet

Pour me a drink and I'll tell you a lie.
Now then, what would you like to hear?
I could tell you there's purpose and good in the world,
But now, that wouldn't be sincere.
The world is a rotting cauldron of sorrow
But you wouldn't know
Because you're

"Suicide is for quitters." I've heard that somewhere before, but I don't remember who it was. I never got the appeal suffering through life all the way to the end. Most people don't make it past half a century. Life is like a dark tunnel, and the light at

Living with depression is like trudging through a desert. Its dry, its empty, you’re tired and alone. People tell you it gets better, and sometimes you believe it because you need the hope to keep you going. But that’s all you’re doing. Just going. No dest

June 7th, 1727

  "The baby is coming!" Claire shouted. "Breathe, Anna, breathe."
"Where's Marcus?!" Annabelle yelled back. "He said he'd be here. He promised!!" She just couldn't understand what could be keeping him; there really weren't that many pla

What to say about this one…I was in love at seventeen. No, really. I was. It was such a long time ago I’m not sure how it even happened. One second I was fine and the next my life was all about breezy summer evenings and clear night skies. It was about poe

I feel like opening up is hard for a lot of people, and its usually for good reason. Bad things happen to people all the time and if we can’t immediately express emotion, we tend to bottle it up. After a while it gets so concentrated it becomes visible on