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BOY CRUSH  Assuming you were born somewhere after 2000, I know you have heard the song girl crush by Little Big Town. If not that version, I bet you have heard the Harry styles version. And I can swear in everything I believe in , most of you know the later because of his eyes! what's with me and eyes?? Oh damn! I am thinking about his eyes. I can't quite describe them because I get lost in them. They are neither big nor small, neither hazel nut nor brown, somewhere between black and chocolate and caramel. But don't ask me! I am terrible with colours. They are sleepy but somehow glows when he laughs. Oh, I love the crinkles by his eyes when he  smiles; they are a perfect sight for sore eyes. Oh shoot! I lost focus , sorry about that but before I finish my digression... Harry styles has lovely eyes; but they are nothing compared to him. Ask my friends , they will tell you . So where was I , the song! On behalf of the fifty minus 1 percent who don't know it,  it goes like...

IF ONLY I KNEW End-semester parties are among the few things my friends looked forward to in school. I honestly can't place why; I mean all the noise and bumping into each other! Do not get me started on the disgusting state of the bathrooms, smoke, and chaos. I stood there sheepishly looking through the window, wondering what everyone was laughing about while waiting for Diana, my best friend, to arrive. Boy! Is she terrible with time! One day, I had to wait for her for a whole hour just because she couldn't figure out what to wear to her birthday party. Excuse me! You had a whole year to plan for this, yet somehow you don't know what to wear? WOMEN! AM I RIGHT!  I kept pacing to hide my tension and looking at my watch as though it would make her arrive any earlier.  "Hey", I heard Diana's voice from behind me  “Hi, took you long enough.” “How long have you been waiting alone in the corridor?” “I wasn’t going to go inside without you. I don’t know...

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