The things I did not tell you mom dearest

do you remember
the girl called shakira
whom you used to call
Kiwojolo
The daughter of your tenant
The tenant who stayed opposite a house
that looked like an antique skull
and bore windows similar to eye sockets
with a doorway that was a foyer into a gloomy tunnel
You told me that house had ghosts.
That it was a grave.
In that house
shakira and i
ate the fruit
and swore
never to
tell
anyone
about it.

12 thoughts on “The things I did not tell you mom dearest

  1. this is beautiful. it brings back memories.
    I love the description as well. I find it so vivid. especially the building.

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  2. Wow, this deep yet crafted with wit, and a huge depth in the lines. i love the vivid description of the house, that dilapidated house.
    Great work, Keep it up and nice blog.

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      1. The imagery created by your avid description of the dilapidated house is great. Keep up the great work

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  3. I have no doubg on creativity..one wouln’t imagine someone to come with this sweet piece …you see it takes a reader to reminisce some ad adventural moments on self discovery even when society has set a limit on some things one shouldn’t do….ahaa haa haa i like the confession…

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