Great Reads by Suki

 Read alongside any of these songs;🤌❤️🦋 Jealous, Labrinth Heartbreak Anniversary, Giveon A Little But Yours, JP Saxe Before You Go, Lewis Capaldi Yesterday I was at the store fetching for home plants and I saw this old couple explaining why they needed home plants so badly and it reminded me of you. God! We should have grown old together! In my wildest thoughts you shouldn't have crossed my mind like that especially after all this time. Something about old and happy couples trigger these feelings in me. Getting home I went over to my calendar and there it was, 1 year 3 days since we were no more. Heartbreak anniversary, more like heart break misery. Did you remember this day too, one year three days ago? The day we fought apart? Did it mean anything to you? I bet it didn't. Do you ever wish that we could relive us one more time? Last night, I felt the ounce of everything you ever said to me. All the heavy and light words, all the silly and serious conversations we had and one...

  Black as tan and yes I stan! Big hair that sits on your head like a crown You still need to be told that you are a queen? Big lips, plump in all the right places,  If only you knew! Is that why you speak volumes? Big round white eyes, Just look them in the face if you want to attack! Acne that resembles the scars on the moon Hips and a butt that would tear through your skin You are beauty, you are grace, you are cynical You are mysterious, you are whimsical And if they come at you Punch them in the face! Clothes of color that bring out this divine presence High heels to stand above the rest Elaborately infused style, extravagantly bathed in, Shea oils, black soaps, castor oils, cocoa magics! Blackinificent indeed! Dipped in chocolate, bronzed in elegance Black girl, you are your ancestors wildest dreams. A mind of gold Words like silver, how they cut, How you fall in love, How you reach for your dreams, How nobody could ever write you out, How you are magic, How you pick you...

  It scares me, being alone. Rather being lonely. I like to be surrounded by some sort of energy from other people and it's the needing that hurts. I like to promise myself that I am okay being alone, then it hits me I am not. Worse still, I have few people that I want to be around. I give them the power to use me, to treat me good, as long as they are available. I like to show up for them too. You know! Solitude! This is by far the most intimidating word for me. How exactly am I supposed to achieve this? How am I supposed to be comfortable with being an almost uninhabited space! Usually, it sounds to me like living somewhere in the backwoods, where it's mostly raining and cold and everything is sticky and ugly. That is solitude for me.  Lex likes to call negative solitude, anxiety. It makes sense, only because she makes sense alot of times. The whole endless loop, of seeking company, unnecessary company, to feel better. More or less, it's holding hands with anxiety and pat...

 If I was to mold a boy, from soil, water then mud and boom! A boy, I would build you baby. I would build you with your errant curls and little acnes on your cheeks. I would build you with that eyebrow scar that you like to hide so well. I would not at all reduce the number of times you blink when you see me. I would build you with your uneven dimples and not try to align them. Especially those that appear at the corners of your mouth when you smile. I would build you with your veiny long arms that you think are heavy. I would build you with the huge birthmark on your bum that you so wish was not there. I would not fix a thing. I would not change a thing. For those flaws you cannot stand, trust me they make you look closer, like you belong somewhere, like they are a signature stamp for some sort of authenticity! I like the way your height intimidates you. The way you feel wierd standing in a room full of people, and realize you are the tallest. I like your full shoulders, that take...

>>no intro😂 It was the last week of being an intern at this company that I won't say the name and I was sad. Really sad. It was such an experience. Having to work around grown ass people was the IT for me! But that was not the peak of my experience! Imani was. Imani was the only other intern in the company just that she was in the HR department. For some reason we always found ourselves in the kitchen at 10 a.m. complaining about having to serve coffee to the rest of the people. I'm so bad at making new friends and even worse at keeping my old ones. But with Imani it was an inevitable situation. We had to be friends! At the end of the three months, I almost felt like I had known her all my life, until I didn't. She was goofy, cheeky, wild, loud, which is a total opposite of me. I like to call myself calm and collected because why not. Sooooo, coincidentally, on that last week of our internship, the company had planned a fully paid trip to Mombasa. This was only becau...

 Before I can explain why  I wasn't updating y'all, please ask Alexa to play Nairobi by Bensoul, because shit is about to go down.  Do you listen to the lyrics and actually realise that the whole story is someone's stunt or escapade or caper or situation, whatever the word. Point is someone is actually living and loving this song, from "Yule anakupea pia ananipea," to "Mbogi yangu iliniambia!" So here we go. I happen to be in a boys circle and I love it there. How I became part of the squad is out of my knowledge. Wait, is it cause my butt is tiny that they thought am a fellow man? I don't know! But hey, I wouldn't fit better in any other circle. Max, Brian, Elvo, Masha, Vicky and I were having a rather chill Friday afternoon. Board games have really become our thing so if you are looking to be unproductively productive, get board games, and card games too. Serves the same purpose. On a normal weekday, each of us would either do assignments, comp...

  Tell me? Is it my skin? Do you have something for skin? Does it turn you on, that you can't control yourself and you want to be protected by me dressing well, otherwise you will rampage me? Tell me? Do my big breasts and bum provoke you enough that you can't control yourself and not touching me or stare at me inappropriately? Tell me? What goes on in your mind, when you see a little girl and all you want to do is get into the way of their innocence? ! Tell me how it makes you feel to walk behind a girl following her hips and being visibly hungry while you know she is already scared that a monster is behind her? Tell me old man, with your huge piece of shit, suffocating a little girl, what goes on in your mind when she lets out screams and in between you keep thrusting with every sound she makes? Tell me, do you know that those tears and blood are on you? You really can go that far to catch a nut? Bro!? How do you live with yourself from there hence?  Tell me?! Doesn't it ...

  Royal Academy Summer Exhibition, by far the most awaited art exhibition across the world. London had never been this beautiful. London had never felt so much like home. Like somewhere I belonged. There I was in the corridors of Burlington House. Across I’d see all sorts of people; brave-hearted, silver-souled, golden-tongued, just name it. Everyone with the heart and hand of art was there. In all honesty, I had never seen so much art under one roof. There in the ecstasy, dancing from one room to another, my phone beeped. Of course it had to be him. “Belladonna!” I exclaimed. “Where do I meet you? You are in Lowa already? Do you mind a cup of coffee?” He asked without at least inquiring on how I was. It had been three years for whatever sake. “Belladonna, Belladonna, isn’t the night too young for a cup of coffee?” I said sarcastically in my false British accent. “I’ve sent you my location see you in twenty my dear!”   Belladonna said feigning a deeper accent. I ha...