A gathering
3 pieces and a fire
Before we leave 2024, I just wanted to thank it for the gifts of Ayra Starr, Tems, Tyla, Doechii amd Raye.
4th week of our Sunday newsletter 🍻
So, I postponed the writing of this sunday's newsletter partly because I was busy and partly because I didn't know what to talk about, but we're building a habit here, so I couldn't back out. I probably would not have typed this at 2am but a shop in my neighbourhood caught fire and the screams of my neighbours overreacting woke me up, trust me when I say these people were overreacting because why were they packing thier clothes and certificates outside for a fire that was
1. Very quenchable and
2. Not even close to our block.
Long story short, the fire is down now and I can not find sleep without the guilt of not having written to you, so now I'm burning some cinnamon and trying to find the peace in this silence, and something to talk about, to you.
*About 2 mins later
You know what we're gonna do? A writing freestyle, I pick 3 memes from my gallery and write either poetry or prose based on those memes.
Ready? Oya let's go, but before that..
1.
I saw this image on Pinterest some time back and I saved it, if for nothing it's a funny relatable meme, I do the dishes everytime only for the short satisfaction of seeing them clean and using them, then they become dirty again and I do them again only for another short satisfaction of seeing them clean and using them and now we're back to this same fucking hill, the dishes again.
1.
I dont want a little life. Sticky mundane afternoons spent in a capitalist cage, i dont want to look at the past and the future and remember the present.
i dont want regular, old, boring, sane, similar, over and over and over.
I need the moon to fall out of the sky and tumble into my laps.
On some evenings I want to run in a desert in the middle of a sandstorm like an actress.
On some I want rain, cold heavy rain to sweep me from my room into a turbulent sea, I want to swim to land and kiss a girl and climb walls and fly and die and live and become someone new.
I dont want this everyday, it's stale,
2.
2.
Him
He stuck around for many things, the food and the sex and the feeling of being loved by somebody, but also because a small part of him thought he could convince her, seduce her, somehow make her say yes, somehow make her take that ring amd bend the knee. So he loved her as well as he could, even when she told him not to. He hoped, that he could love her into loving him enough to say “Yes, I will live with you and love you and take care of you in your old age.”
Her
He's in her ear, in her hair, everywhere he shouldnt be, a man is a pest. It's not that she doesn't have the words, she just doesn't have the courage to break his little conniving heart. These men that do not know how to take a No, that cannot comprehend a simple “I don't want that type of thing in my life” how does she want to tell him that she cannot marry him, not because he's not a good man, she wouldn't be here if he wasn't a good man. But because she needed her solitude to survive, to live and function, she cannot live with a man, she already has one in her head.
But he’s on her neck now, pressing for a yes or a maybe or a reason.
“Tell me something, anything, why why why????”
“I dont want somebody in my house.”
3.
3
I believe in skies that stretch so wide,
In dreams that pull and hearts that follow
A world of freedom and expression, beyond the mist of madness.
Where hope colors the sun and our minds are a million shades of green.
I believe, I believe, that is all I do all day.
I believe.
Thank you for reading my Sunday substack, I hope you enjoyed it, OK bye.