NomadStories in few words 1When she met the prince, it was just like she dreamed it — she had dreamed they would have a lot in common, and lots to talk about; that…Jan 5, 20171Jan 5, 20171
NomadMe, My hair, and I.My hair is now all natural. It’s been so for a few months since I cut off the relaxed ends. I stopped relaxing my roots about two years…Nov 7, 2016Nov 7, 2016
NomadFeet will find a way.When air, forgetting its way to the bottom of my lungs,Sep 24, 20161Sep 24, 20161
NomadGood writing tells the story without the distractions of bad grammar, poor tenses, or the…Sep 15, 2016Sep 15, 2016
NomadA dream in a bucket list…The house of my dreams came to me today, and it lingered in my thoughts. Built with red bricks into the slope of a hill, it was powered by…Aug 30, 2016Aug 30, 2016
NomadBack from KanoToday, I will wear a light sundress that flutters in the wind. Without sleeves, my shoulders will glisten in the sun, the breeze will run…Aug 20, 2016Aug 20, 2016
NomadI’m sitting at the airport, daydreaming as I often do while waiting at a transit hub.I expect I’ll fall in love, as I always do, with a musical language easy on the ears; with slender folks draped gracefully; with a culture…Aug 14, 2016Aug 14, 2016
NomadTo write is to write is to write is to…I write best braless, in silence and solitude. Otherwise, I put up a show of writing, of thinking, of being busy. The constricting band…Aug 12, 20162Aug 12, 20162