Not even once did she have to lift her finger to carry her own luggage, he always got up to pull out her chair and never sat down until she was comfortably seated. He always went around the car to open a door for her even on rainy days without an umbrella. Many women wish …
“How many?” “Just one, today. Supersize, with Coke, No Ice. Thank You!” “That will be R55.90” “Damn, things ain’t getting any cheaper” “Perhaps, that’s why we should try and cut down on them.” “How I wish” I once loved a guy. Opened up to him and sacrificed my dreams for him. Supported his vision and …
How do Porcupines make love? Even those with the fiercest of defense mechanisms have sensitive sides. I am that cactus plant. Enduring and Long-withstanding but soft inside. I, too, bleed. I am human, sometimes. I miss my family when I am away. I get cold when it’s chilly outside. Don’t take advantage of my kindness. …
There’s a thin line between arrogance and confidence. You have to hear this. It is not a boastful sound of my blowing my own trumpet. I have something profound to say. Something that a child born of a drug-addicted prostitute mother in the slums of Mumbai, India, will relate to. I am not selling it …
Ever since I knew my words could paint pictures, I have been painting a portrait of you. A woman my heart yearned for, yet my eyes haven’t met. My words have been painting a three-dimensional portrait of beauty that turned the sunrise green with envy. Trees bow to you, with full knowledge they are not …
“Distance is a bitch; winter in full swing, yet my bed is as cold as a morgue” “Distance is a bitch; we are right in the middle of winter, but my bed feels as big as FNB Stadium” “Distance is a bitch; I’m lying here covered in a mink and electric blanket, yet I have …