Favorkhaoya

 DAY 90 It's day 90 They say you see progress after 90 days  Be it working out or healing a broken heart But I can still feel the overwhelming consuming pain It's day 90, why do I feel like it's been 9 years progressing at rate 0?  I was scrolling through my phone , I met the quote "We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation ." It reminded me of you  It was the first intimate conversation we had  It's day 90, why do I still remember our first conversation?? Funny,it was part of our last conversation You said your life was complicated  I knew you were about to break me when you said you never intended to hurt me , Because you did not mean to break my heart , Doesn't mean I don't feel the pain of my soul crashing The weight of my whole being bowing with burden For 90 days ,I have thought , About the complication you created and called your life. And worse,how you dragged me into it  It's day 90, why am I ...

Hi guys,,,, It has been a minute since I posted here. Well, I have been completing HAZE . The post I started writing on 17th November 2020.  A poem couldn't capture everything that was pouring out of my heart at that moment and every single time after that great epiphany. So I wrote a book . It's quite the dream book; A story line of love , friendship, family , betrayal ,loss and many more themes. It has a touch of poetry , creativity and a little bit of song. I am pretty sure you will be thrilled reading it. It's uploaded on Wattpad and booknet. https://booknet.com/book/358194 https://www.wattpad.com/story/283696411?utm_source=android&utm_medium=whatsapp&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=FavorKhaoya&wp_originator=em4YcMm2eJRBIzJwn7EChnfYoLtKHEJOtBr%2Bny%2FY75Ebkrl4lyISBkKUqBcDVBz5RImEnkVBGESWW7WrYhVrCVi%2FZ6Eqz4ubuRbOOkn6xmheAUr1zqwPfuR2N8ntmwon And now I am back to poetry...shall we pick up from where we left?? By Favor Khaoya...

AT THE BRINK,,,, I had been standing over the window for quite some time now .My mood was pensive and I was somewhat greatful that I turned down the family dinner.I was tired of yet another episode of showing face just to have beautiful pictures for Instagram. Exhausted of practicing our 'Wilson smile';something mother has inculcated in us since we learnt how to say her name. We had one mantra in the family that she tried religiously to make us uphold. "A Wilson is the same, inside and outside ." Although thinking back right now,I think a Wilson is a pretender inside and outside.Our parents were going through a messy divorce .But they still had to hold hands as they went out in public because they had to save face .As soon as they arrived in the house,they would sanitize as though each other's arms contained something lethal. What followed after that was a trail of insults and blamegames that still irritate my ears even after they were gone. It was cold outside....

When I was about three years old ,I used to watch my sister go to school and I would cry .There was nothing in the world I wanted more than going with her.I mean ,a place with a bunch of kids ,play ground ,toys and porridge ;does it get any better ?I kept dreaming of it like a scene from a movie that every lover waits for or a passage in a book that every reader waits for as it's the key to unknown happiness or plot twist . My parents somehow managed to curb my curiosity and love for school until I was off age . School was not exactly what I dreamt it would be like but I most definitely enjoyed being their.From the onset,I made friends and became some sort of "ring leader".I called the shots and everyone in my squad was at my beck and call.The sun rose and set at my feet and they worshipped me for that .With groundnuts and crisps and Mandazi's,it was not so hard to set foot on my throne and ensure it was stable.I never took that for granted though ,for I wasn't su...

"I can't do this!" I didn't believe it when those words left my mouth.I had thought of a million possibilities of how this would end.None of them included a four -word sentence and eight seconds call. You know ,deep down I thought I had found my happy ending !Every nerve of my body would scream perfection at the thought of him.Every cell would twerk with excitement with his mere touch and God damn! His words would throw spasms of orgasms my way.I am a succer for eloquence especially when it's sprinkled with lust and creativity.Yes!!I had it baaaad for him.Craving for him was the least I would do. His flaws were without trace to me coz he had ten thousand ways to make me laugh until I cry. Adrian !The boy of my dreams ,The Man of my fantasies and the night mare of my reality. Nov 17th 2020 By Favor khaoya

You know how they say every door has a lock and every lock has a key?I always thought I was the corner room. The pristine serene room that no one dares try to open its door. The  one whose key is like a treasure being sought by pirates all the way to the caribbean. But at that moment;while he was standing by the bathroom door and stretched out to place a slight kiss on my lips I found the key to my lock. Months later,I still remember how those 28 seconds felt like; a touch from the gods won't compare to that moment!I wiggled,pulsated and made contortive sweeps all over my body .His lips soft and tender maybe from the prior steamy hot moment we had just had or because he wanted it brief,slow and soft comforting in ways words would never be.Their touch gentle ,innocent ,naughty,affirmative and electrifying .The look on his eye screaming "girl you mine !" At that moment,I blossomed like a flower and like a bee, he dug deeper to the nectar. Fast!hot!fiery!thirsty !hungry!.His...

And on those days Where everything is in shades! Nothing is crystal clear, Everything wavy! Nothing straight, Everything stormy! Nothing calm, Everything sandwiched! Nothing parallel On those days, Blur the noise, Make a choice, Find your voice, Re-define yourself! React to stimuli. Adjust and adopt You can't rule everyday! You ain't perfections heir Neither it's spare You are you! Rock and roll Find title to your untitled life! For everyday is a new dawn! Full of possibilities 😉 By Favor khaoya