Reading Time: 6 minutes “I think we both knew this would happen. It was too good to be true. But we were both lost in our heads. Look at where we are, Kenya, baby. Am I supposed to introduce to my parents, as what, my girlfriend? Will you marry me?”
Reading Time: 4 minutes My thighs, they tell a story. A long story, yet short in some scenes. They tell a story of curiosity, of growth, change, laughter, tears, blood, sweat, unity, oneness, the fruit, life- the fruit of life. I remember the first time they saw blood and the second time and the first time, and the second time- a cycle they came to embrace. They are dark, burnt by the blessing of the sun, they stand majestically like the queen, tender from the love of the mother, and sharing in the goddess of the earth. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Making love, giving life, knowledge of God. Tonight I puff a few and right before I sail to the land of the living, I will touch the goddess, pay some homage to her. She is my queen, her pleasure is my purpose. In rapid movements, my hips will swing…
Reading Time: 3 minutes . I have my few victorious moments but one comment on my lack of expertise in bed crash me. I am no longer the woman that walked in through that door.