Jaachi Writes

Growing up a girl is not easy. You're teased because you're not the prettiest nor the smartest nor the sexiest.  Boys pick on you because society tells them that's acceptable behavior. You can't walk down the sidewalk without being constantly paranoid of your surroundings and just who might be watching you.  You're seen as a prize to be won, which makes you question the intentions of everyone you meet.  Growing up a girl is hard, I want to tell you something that could change your life.  Black. Short. Fat. Loner. They say she's too chubby. They laugh at her dressing. Everyone says she's old fashioned. She's timid, sad, withdrawn and just existing. Chinny's one wish for Christmas is death on the birth of Jesus.  Yesterday was suppose to be a normal day, but in a crazy twist of fate what Chinny needed was staring her right in the face, literally. At 11:00 am she found myself sitting in a church, refreshing her spirit, listening to the preacher speak on...

Where does my mind end  and yours begin?  In your heart? Mine? Where does my body end  and yours begin?  Between the legs? On our lips? Are there limits to my finger tips  and borders to your skin? I want to scale the fence of your abstinence   defense and drop a cone full of honeycomb. Why cringe at my touch? Why from my finger tips withdraw? Shouldn't we be a seamless blend of two beings? We are two souls fused in a body. I think the thoughts I had were mine,  but they reflect in your smiles. I think the glint in your eyes is a product of my desire. Nay? Come, come to me, darling lets quietly in the union of our spirits share in this communion  of heat. Musical they are the sound of pleasure I hear are they yours? I also must own that smile that sit on your face... for it seems that in the touch we share  and in our common thoughts there springs from within us a fount of bliss. A common sensual joy  A common thirst expressed in a combi...

REVIEW OF ‘DIARY OF A BROKEN POET’ (A COLLECTION OF POEMS) BY STEFN SYLVESTER ANYATONWU Life breaks people, so much that quite a number of them, live, thinking death is its only break! DIARY of a BROKEN POET is a juicy attempt at recycling the same brokenness which leaves so many perching on the point of breaking like a bird with wrecked wings, only patiently awaiting death to cart them away. The poets attempt to dig through a heap of negative experiences to harness beauty is commendable. Life’s hard knocks and seemingly unbearable punches as captured in this piece sends a strong message to all: “You are not alone in your pain, I’ve been there before and I made it thus far, look around for my footprints and walk therein.” Rather than look life in the face and say “I can’t do this no more.” The writer holds on to his remains, even that which hangs loosely like a fractured bone, held in place by one tendon or flimsy sinew. Too defiant to let go of life, he moulds meaning from of its mud....