Depression series 4 : Stop GBV

Hello Talees! (Yes for Lack of a better word..please allow me). It’s only been a minute but how I missed here. How is everyone? And for the record none of the questions on this blogland is rhetorical. This girl seeks to hear from you. This post is inspired by #16DaysOfActivism against Gender Based Violence that…

Depression Series 2 #POETRY

In a world Where depression is synonymous with evil spirits Where many flee from your aura because they are afraid they will catch your “bad luck ” They are too scared Too afraid to breath in the negative air that engulfs your presence Worried your vice may be contagious That the nothingness you feel will…

Don’t say it- HUSH!!!

On 30th July this awesome blog will celebrate one year of existence!!! Yes we are awesome because it’s what you have made us, my ardent readers…..I am forever humbled Am all hyped..  If your not you might not well understand the hysterical excitement. Which is sad… I wish I could translate what I feel into…

Be YOu!!!

“Be you -the world will adjust “ ~unknown Hello bloggren!!!  You remember those small notes I mentioned to keep sliding in..  Well here goes another  Today we are waging war against everything that has set out to change our identify.  Here at tales of a curious mind we believe our differences make us beautiful. We…

I Am Afraid of My Mirror

Am afraid to look in the mirror Its scary to see you on the other side The image of you dancing “Hallelujah” is patronizing That smile…. The array of teeth you flash even when the frown on my face pulls against my heart like weights When I am sick I flee from the mirror Because…

Remorse…!

Yesterday she said she was tired of life I wanted to tell her I understood her but I couldn’t The way her body paved way for wrinkles and scars of deceit She knew her heart was heavy but she wanted him to think her strong She was the Tournedo that deafened ears with rumblings and…

New beginnings :)

February 2nd 2012 The way she scribbled the date on her journal – The pen cut through pages of glad tidings The crimson ink was like the shot in her eyes whenever her mind was trapped in that memory This was the Genesis of her demise Everything before that is a blank page with no…

Love Struck

When strength met Him it wondered Strong could not define him He was something words would violate The force that spun the sun in the sky And kissed the stars good night When Love saw him it stared awestruck by such beauty He was something higher Something too deep for comprehension The sound in his…

Life in a bottle

“Hey there Can I buy you a drink? “ These words evaporated from the depth of his spine like brr brr Offering a drink to a woman in a well of iniquity As if trying to remind her That the liquor, the powder, the ten layers of make up had not masked the brokenness her…

Write me a book mum

Write me a book That when am older I shall read In that book share the pain in your heart Teach me to dance to the midnight storm Write down whatever you want me to know Write me a chapter on how to not cry To believe beyond the sea of catastrophe To hope beyond…