Favorkhaoya

  Today is my second day in America. But it is the first day I have walked on the streets. Which, by the way, is very different from my hometown. While my hometown has a million people walking in every direction, conversing and laughing, I was the only pedestrian in the street! However, I am not complaining; I enjoyed the walk and came home with clean shoes, while a walk in my village would have resulted in washing red soil off the shoes for hours, and words have not been invented yet for my dislike of washing shoes. Anyways, I saw a cute "pick up after your pet sign on the walk" which made me think, are you picking the toys they leave behind when you are playing "catch," or do you clean up the poop on the pavement? I wanted to take a photo of the cute poster, but behind it was someone's car, and the number plate was visible. So, I got scared for a hot minute because what if that was trespassing? Yesterday I went to Target for shopping. I was keeping my host...

  As I was kneeling on a pool of my blood wondering who the fuck I had become, I remembered her words. Words I dismissed as fast as I always dismissed politicians' promises and faster than I ignored my mum's threats. “You underestimate me at your peril.” Grace said, “The Rubicon has already been crossed. You are wrong when you say I do not know you, Martin. I know you are no swimmer, and you have no idea about the river you have just decided to swim in. It is dark and full of terrors. You may have a small army, but I am the state, I am the house, I am the establishment and you are ill-equipped physically, emotionally, and intellectually for the fight you have chosen to be in. If anything happens to my daughter, I will come for you, I will find you and I will kill you” She left before I could say anything. Usually, I am the type of man who has an air of danger about me, an aura that commands respect and instills fear in those who dare to cross me. Yet there she was, threaten...

 Mr.C  And when they ask me how I knew, Al tell them, it was in the way you laughed like you had no care in the world,  It was in the way you tried to talk middlaugh and failed terribly ,  It was in the way your voice dropped an octave when you were consumed by a laugh. But most of all,  It was in the way my heart would fill up with joy, pride and contentment every time I made you laugh.  By Favor Khaoya

  Do you have any idea how beginning a month with a funeral is excruciatingly painful?  I sat there. Looking straight at my friend as he gave his farewell speech,"He was a good man, a man of his word. A man with a vision,one he tried to impart on all of us. He loved wholeheartedly, gave willingly, lost with honour and stood up with his head held high.You know, we had plans, we were to build a house, expand the....." At that moment, we could all hear his voice breaking and face tearing. Let me tell you maina, grief is contagious. The tribute of the person before him made us giggle but his tribute send the entire congregation to the land of emotions crippled with trees of tears and grass of running noses. It is not the norm to have a moment of silence before the widow speaks, but we did. All because through him we realised  the wrath the cold and unforgiving grasp of death. It's sting cutting through the fabric of existence like a sharp blade, leaving hearts shattered and s...

 Don't try to save you ? Bonnie and Clyde, Romeo and Juliet , Opheous and Persephone, All cautionary tales, What more do you need? Don't try to save you ? You and her are like water and oil She will drag you down She will come on top  You will loose this battle, And she won't loose a tear over you. Don't try to save you? Her love is a dangerous game, You'll burn in her fiery flame. She'll dance on your shattered heart, Like Tom keen did to Elizabeth! Don't try to save you? She's a tempest, you're a sail, In her storm, you'll surely fail. Her chaos will consume your light, Leaving you lost in the night. Is that what you want? Don't try to save you? You'll drown in her deceitful sea, Her lies will suffocate you. She'll leave you gasping for air, In the depths your despair, You'd wish I tried to save you . By khaoya Favor 

    Don't try to save me! For my burden, my darling, is not meant for you. It is for me to bear. I don’t need a saviour. I am no damsel in distress. Don’t try to save me, For you will be like a moth, being drawn to a flickering flame .   I know I seem to need your saving. But it is all a siren's song, a tempting call, But beneath the surface, dangers sprawl. Don't try to save me! For in rescuing me, you may feel the strain. What use will you be to me when we are both down?   Like Atlas bearing the weight of the world, To save me, my darling, will leave you twirled. So let me wander, let me roam, let me swing and miss, let me knit and hit, And in my darkness, I’ll see the day. For in my journey, I'll find my way. I'll find my home. By Khaoya Favor 

I spent the better part of my afternoon at work talking with my friends exchanging tales full of grandeur and terror. When I left them in the evening, I had enough inspiration to write a daunting story. A tale of ancient secrets and long-forgotten curses, with a blurring line between the living and the dead.  The air in my dimly lit study was heavy with anticipation as I sat hunched over my laptop to write it. I could feel the words flowing through me like an unstoppable force, yet I had not finished it. I was convinced this would be my longest story ever. I hammered away at the keys, my fingers trembling with excitement and trepidation. In the heart of a remote village nestled deep within the dense, ancient forests of Nakuwa, there existed a tale whispered only in hushed tones. It was a story of ancient secrets and long-forgotten curses, where the line between the living and the dead had blurred, and the very air seemed to carry the weight of centuries gone by. The vil...