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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

We……have…..

come visit at our new digs! www.mutheu.me  
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

The Flavors of Pregnancy (Sequel) – The Things I Love about Motherhood

(As shared by a close friend and proud mum) The thing I love most about motherhood is just watching my son grow and develop each day and seeing what “new” thing he discovered. Well, I have a two-finger sucker who’s … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

When I saw the truth..

I have sat here for two hours. Two hours  since your phone rang, you got up and fled to the balcony. I have sat and watched you, for two hours. Watched you pace back and forth, back and forth across … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

Is this … love …

I started to wonder, because, sometimes… I want to buy you clothes, and when I see you wearing dirty clothes I want to wash them for you I panic whenever you say that you’re hungry, because then your heart must … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

Skinned: a rioter’s missive

black skin glistening like a black pearl eyes milky white, staring(at him) in anticipation lips slightly parted as if in mid- moan pulse thundering in his slender throat like a trapped bird Adams apple bobs up and down, up and … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

I told you so…

If  Mama could just see me now… my ears would be scalding hot; like chillies put into the eye by a forgetful finger… heart  heavier than a mud stuck hippo head hung in shame and regret cringing each time she … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 1Y ago

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the … Continue reading →
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Mutheu's Blog · 2Y ago

DÉSOLÉ

I’m not sure of what we are. I approach this place of us with caution today, Unrestraint tomorrow, Maybe regret the day after. I cannot yet explain the depth of my emotions… I cannot describe the heights of my flights … Continue reading →
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