My mother tells this story fondly, the story of my birth. You can see it in her demeanor, the glint in her eyes and hear the joy in her voice, when she says, “They said I was too old and would not be able to give birth.”

As is custom…

JUNE: DEPRESSION AND ITS RELATIONS

If you have ever had a duel with depression (it does not matter who won - even though I think no one really wins with depression, she [ yes, I think she is a she, because only a female can be that intense] just recedes…

ON JPEGs AND FILTERS

She has a slight aversion to photographs. Do not get her wrong, photographs are amazing and she has been told she looks beautiful in them. But she has a slight aversion to photographs.

Maybe it is because her mirror and her phone’s front camera do not…

ON THEFT, ANGER AND THE ”E NO GO BETTER FOR YOU" KINDA SWEAR

You wake up with a start. You check your phone to know what time it is. 4:30am. Thirty minutes before your normal wake up time. But something woke you up. (In retrospect, you pretend to have felt…

“WE WHO INHABIT THESE BODIES" by Ese Emmanuel

I have been thinking about the above phrase for some time now, and I cannot make myself remember where it was stated, or the context in which it was used. …

ON HEELS.

You wake up that beautiful Tuesday morning and you are feeling extremely good. As you slip into your blue dress, you remember a friend of yours who once told you, you look very good in blue (Thank you, Amara). You look through your shoes and single out a…

HELL WORE FROST.

Seeing the pictures made me numb, initially. Then, it sort of energized me, I left for home almost immediately. I cleaned the house even though it was far from dirty, it was a Tuesday and I had cleaned the house on Saturday. When I was done…

BROKEN

I didn’t mean to

I swear I didn’t

I don’t know how it happened

You were hurting me

Your words like arrows

Found their mark at every strike

Bleeding yet you didn’t care

You kept firing, kept shooting

I remember crying

Still you didn’t stop

I remember saying…

NIGHTS OF LENGTH

She silently made peace with the fact that it was going to be a long night, yet again. Mother was talking again, on top of her voice about a recent mistreatment. One that had occurred about two mornings ago. Father was outside. He would stay there…

DYSTOPIA

Welcome.

Come in.

See the dystopia I inhabit.

Right at this corner

You’ll find the preachers of

"Let go of bad habits

Change is the only constant thing"

They also frequent bars of

" If they cannot love you

The way you are

Let them take a hike"

If…

Andrea Tequylla

My name is Ose Andrea. I am a writer, aspiring to be a published novelist someday. I believe that reality is limited imagination.

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