Favorkhaoya

Honestly that wasn't the plan!I never intended to crave offering you a warm embrace when the rain blew in your face and the whole world is on your case. I never for one second  thought that I would want to make you feel my love. But with every touch, you made me want more. With every kiss, I unlearnt resisting you and with every word, you got encraved on me. I know you haven't made your mind up yet. How could you have when we all believe that love is not about how fast you fall into it but how slowly the firework inside is ignited to a flame. That doesn't mean I didn't know as soon as it happened that that you are my missing piece . No doubt in my mind where you belong. I'd go hungry, black and blue and crawling down the avenue to make you feel my love. Funny, when all this started, I was alright being a solo ride with a fire in my soul even on cold nights , but now...you seem to be all I want. The idea was for you to be my sneaky link! A kiss I would n...

Black Black is the colour of light Don't get me wrong Don't call me ironical Don't tag me paradoxical Don't label me dark Just understand me  Black makes me feel whole Being whole is my light By Favor Khaoya

I never understood why the song "This City" by Sam Fischer always seemed to play on repeat in my head. That evening as I was riding to the sunset it all made sense. The city had broken my heart, the city had loved me then left me alone, it got me chasing stars; making me forget where I belonged. It had been a couple months since I felt like I'm home and maybe going back to the drawing board would help me restructure. Everyone has the new york dream. Mine involved working in Scarlet magazine. Not only as a writer but occasionally as a model unlike many writers. Don't get me wrong, I love the the thrill of getting a new story and telling everyone's story; but once in a while, I want to be the story! I want to be the centre piece of my art. Little did I know that this guilty pleasure will be the cause of my downfall. At 24, it was time to leave my parent's house. With a bag full of clothes and naivety I left for the big city ;one with fast cars and r...

Counting days, Counting months, Counting years since I first felt it. The unnerving soul wrenching voice in my head It breaks me It rips me apart from the inside out. It shatters me piece after piece   All my heart wants to do is wrap tightly around it. Maybe then, I will be friends with the monster inside my head and tame it A hell so comfortable we could burn and call it warmth. But it's a strong primal force of nature . Imagine all the voices you hear in your life.  They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide.  Some waves are much bigger, making more of an impact than others.  Sometimes bringing with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea   leaving them tossed onto the shore.  Imprints against the grains of sand that prove the waves had once been there, long after the tide recedes. That's what the voice in my head does, Brings my worst fears and tribulations to the surface and leave them there. "You are no...

I have never been a music person . I think I always knew this, I mean every time my friends said music soothed them, I used to wonder...why? How ?Is that even a thing? Because to me , music was majorly noise . That was until the day I discovered Adele! She is my music Icon! Right from make you feel my love to go easy on me ! The raw emotion and honesty in her words make her so relatable. It almost feels like whatever emotion I am going through, she has a song for it and that made her like my mini- emotional support system . That's why this month, I am going to write an Adele Tribute. Her songs with my words 😊 #Adele By Favor khaoya

To the boy on my mind  Today I chanted a prayer for you.Not because I wanted you but damnit coz I needed you ; spending the entire night conjuring scenes on my mind about what might happen in our next meeting was a good validation of that fact. You were my first thought in the morning.Good gracious! Am I becoming one of those girls who are so drawn to a guy that all they do is think about them ? It is difficult to draw the line between the random night thoughts and a quick memory of you as I draw my curtains.I think about what you would say to me if you were there as the bright sun rays filtered into the room. Oh my prayer; I  felt a little guilty talking to God about you .I hope  he does not judge me because of my guilty pleasures; I mean they are more ecstatic, lead to good stories and  a happy ending right? God would understand me wanting to be happy ( this totally sounds like self consolation, but who cares ). I bet I did make God laugh with my fantasy and energy...

Forgive me Mheshimiwa if I do not flaunt my smile at your shreds of tenderness.  Take no offense if I do not feel an ounce of gratitude in my heart towards your generous contribution this festive season .My hands are folded to my chest as I watch my country men clapping for you for bringing us a packet of wheat four and a litre of cooking oil. I find it absurd that you made us sit and wait for you all day . We would have gone to our farms and businesses, but we waited for you, mheshimiwa .Today,you gave us thirty minutes of your precious time .My heart breaks at the irony of this. Have we been reduced to be  barely worth half an hour and a few fifty shillings coins? How bad is the situation on the ground ,such that fify shillings is life saving cash ? Do you not think you are creating a ticking time Bomb for yourself. Mheshimiwa ,head fast to the city ,leave the village that voted you. Mheshimiwa ,you Come with your own  bottled water to the meeting .You remind your count...