Mr Ripper


Tempting…The lips of lust the colour of a pale rose

Eyes that seeped into ones soul and devoured the mind with devious thoughts

A roar of emotions and desire neither of them decent

The youth of her skin softly fades to a icy blue

He looked on at his master piece and smiled

Death illuminated her beauty and her soul had been purged

Her God given innocence was once again restored.

His angel whispered sweetly, ‘Well done Jack’ 


Let me make you uncomfortable.


Ignorance is such a over used excuse. I’m sick of tired of y’all not know better. Honestly in this day and age the using the ‘i didn’t think it was racist’ excuse is getting really old really fast. Like asking me if we use cutlery in my house will fucking offended me what sort of fucking question is that. Or if I’ve ever hunted a fucking tiger LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW! Oh and another one ‘do you have like a mud hut then’ , ‘I didn’t think they’d have internet in Africa’, ‘Oh you don’t seem/look Ghanaian’  I don’t ask you why you think using shower gel with out any type of sponge is a sufficient means of cleaning your body. I don’t ask you why you lack cultural food, dress and art. I don’t ask why you were raised so ignorantly. So please spare me the ignorant generalizations you associate me with simply because your brain isn’t developed enough to educate yourself about cultures, ideas and countries other than your fucking own. 

If this makes you uncomfortable well then its probably because it applies to you. If you know you don’t have the characteristics or fit into the demographic that I’ve just ranted about then it honestly shouldn’t offend you. 

Face paint


A cascade of thoughts and rivers of solemn memories erode the deepest crevices of my mind

All they see is forged smiles, curled lips a fallacy of the emotions I fear to show

Uncertainty devours my heart as this beautiful lie is constantly being told.

Although my blood red and so it flows true and pure

My ideologies scattered and untamed the beauty in its deception

There is shall lay, my tormented soul…

Everyday Racism


So recently I was on one of those political forums where a you just generally rant about your political views. I think everyone knows how much I love to rant and about politics so this was pretty much the perfect medium for me to do so. I for the most part enjoyed the various discussion about the current state of the government, communist, socialism, anarchism. Basically the kinda conversation that I’ve been striving to have in my everyday life. After a very interesting discussion about Education with a 37 year old Teacher we decided to do the whole putting a face to the argument thing with a quick picture swap. (Just faces nothing dodgy) His response to what I looked like really fucking offended me. After receiving my picture he said and I quote ‘AHAHAH wow you’re black’ didn’t expect that’. He didn’t expect that? I asked him ‘What is that meant to mean’ he replied ‘I just didn’t expect you to be black, I didn’t even know you guys cared’   so my intelligence was all of a sudden surprising because of my race? Out of everything that he could have been surprised about (my age was the more expected shock) he choose my race?  I mean this was a teacher some one whose career is built upon the education of the future of this country and his ignorance of something as important as race was absolutely  disgraceful. And ‘i didn’t think you guys cared’ So what me being black automatically means  I don’t give a damn about education, democracy, politics and generally issues which have a direct affect on my existence? All i’m saying is think before you open your goddamn mouth and completely insult a race based on your ignorance.

My Black Dog


My black dog returned about a month or so ago. I got home to find him sitting outside my doorstep begging to be let in. I ignored him, the pesky little thing I thought. I hoped if I ignored him long enough he’d just take the hint and go back to wherever it was he came from. I really should have known better. Every day I woke up and could here his little whimpers outside my door. Every night I was kept awake till the early hours by his cries and gentle howls. I though If I ignored him long enough he’d just shut up and leave me alone. One night his cries got too much, I opened the door he jumped right on to my shoulder his eyes dark yet welcoming he was glad to be home. The days that followed we got close again, reminiscing on  past memories. He reminded me how much I despised him but we are all each other has. He reminds me of this daily. We laugh at train stations and how easy it would be for us to find closure on the on coming train…. He also enjoys the medicine cabinet we’ve had many a laughs at the cocktails we’ve had. He laughs at the irony of my ‘veni vidi vici’ tattoo as only he knows what lays beneath. Oh what a bond we have, me and my black dog.