Let's have a pool-side, blunts lit and no one's tryna get laid chat.
This is what I really meant to say in the text I just sent : I am tired of this shit. I'm tired of how you only call me to ask for money or to talk about yourself and then suddenly disappear when I need you to reciprocate. I'm tired of how I seem to… Continue reading Wrong side of a toxic friendship
She was his Ride or Die.
I might've met a guy. I say "might've" because I'm not really sure what's going on between us and whenever a girl says "I met a guy" she usually already knows. I like him. I like how showers me with attention and makes me feel like I'm the only girl he's talking to. I like… Continue reading Might’ve met a guy – Ode to Xhosa men
Darling I want you to listen I stayed up all night, so I could get this thing right And I don't think there's anything missing Cause a person like you, made it easy to do I've waited for so long, to sing to you this song Cause your eyes are the windows to heaven Your… Continue reading The perfect vows: Amel Larrieux – Make me whole
If I fall I'll and need life support remember this.... if I have not crossed the border of my home nation to see the tribes of my Africa, don't let me die. if I have not tasted Sadza if I haven't tasted Jollof if I haven't had my fair share of African cuisine, don't let… Continue reading Don’t let me die without seeing the rest of my beautiful Africa.
My name is Asivile. not Asive, not Asanda and definitely NOT Arsivilay. From The tender age of 6 we have been groomed to master the pronunciation of white names. We've seen it as a grand 'skill' and so have ridiculed those who don't have it. if a black man speaks English in its broken form,… Continue reading Don’t ruin my name.