One book I can’t seem to put down: Book review.

Yesterday was #WorldPoetryDay and as much as I would love that this post be a poem I’m inclined to write a not so poetic post. But I won’t let that go without a one liner(paragraph) to open up today’s post, so buckle up and let’s get poetic right this moment.

See, yesterday was gone and all I could think about is how hard.

How hard a writer thinks and rethinks to give a reader something.

Something they sometimes miss due to sheer negligence or is it spite?

Spite for the capabilities of what the writer can produce or has used.

Used to create a living story that will last long of course, in the end.

In the end, for sure we will never know what goes in both their minds.


In that manner I open today’s post. There’s this book that I have completely failed to let go of. I have it in my bag and it screams to me on the daily, “Read me Dee! Read me!” Of course I am exaggerating on that but what if books could talk? Therefore, I’ll spare you the gory details of what my brain/mind can conjure up sometimes.

So yeah, I had a hard time putting this book down. The fact that I am yet to even name the book as you read this is just enough to prove how fascinated I am about it. Hint: selfish move.

Well, not to keep you wondering the book I have had a hard time putting down is no other than Melissa Bank’s the girls’ guide to hunting and fishing. I know if you haven’t read it you might probably think that’s a title that’s catchy and suspicious. Well, that’s the same thing that happened to me immediately when I spotted it.

I’ll have you know, I have a pile of books waiting to be read but the moment I saw the book I wanted nothing to do with those other books. Mainly because the title intrigued me, I am no hunter or fisher-person for that matter so taking the title literally was out of the picture.

That said, I got to read the book every second I had free time. One thing that lingers and reigns supreme on my mind is the fact that every time you flip to another chapter, a beautiful nugget that’s akin to a stanza of a poem opens the way to the following chapter—I must say, that really sold it for me.

Don’t be fooled by this article’s title, I am yet to finish the book. It was so good I had to review it before I finished it. Or maybe it’s because it’s Thursday and it flew by so fast before I could finish on this day where I have faithfully blogged lately. Either way, it’s all good because, I won’t spoil it for those of you who are yet to read it or have read it and don’t want a premature reveiw.

Having said that, here are some pictures of me «enjoying» the book. Take a look:

So many choices yet so little time to read… I can’t seem to let one book down yet.
Voila! The book I can’t seem to put down!

Nothing like a good book and some sweet iced tea to cool off on a hot day!

Thank you for reading and as always, ✨Peace. Love. Light.✨



Tonight he sleeps cold

From this view I see a homeless man too drank to even sit straight.

On his makeshift bed of carton and well worn blanket he lays sound asleep unperturbed with the rest of the world.

Today someone gave him a few ‘reds and he sipped his worries away.

He didn’t mind walking to his ‘abode’ staggering. He knows it’s his solace, his palace if you may.

This moment he is the King. And no one can make him feel inferior tonight.

As the streets go to sleep and the shivers come to haunt him, he will curl up in an infant position and cover his body tight in the blanket.

To him, poverty is when he can’t drown his sorrows away with his favorite ‘suruduwire’ liquor.

Maybe one day the liquor will make sense to quit and live normal but normal is overrated.

Tonight with no place to call home and no one to call family he sleeps despite the mosquito bites and a strong urge for warmth.

Disclaimer: I felt like doing a piece on this guy who shall remain anonymous because he honestly loves to work for his drinks and although he is homeless that doesn’t stop him from working odd jobs to cater for his whims and survival. He is a loner traversing earth with a hope to stay alive.

Confessions of a serial silent self-loather

As vast as the big plains are should the love you have for yourself be equal. It’s all fun and games till you hurt yourself deeply and no one can ever mend it. You are a gem so take care of yourself accordingly.

Hey you there,

Yes you with the svelte look tonight. That body hugging little black dress you frequently put on to see if you’ve gained weight or not. I see you.
You that looked like you had something to say but your voice among the numbers felt like a Lilliput in the face of many Gullivers. I hear you.

You who seemingly will fall head over heels for someone who ‘pretended’ to ‘care’ for you just because you have felt ugly all your life… Thinking no one can ever ‘really love you’. I bleed for you.

It takes time to heal, it takes time to accept moreover it takes time to relearn how to love you.

Don’t take it for granted that you have those troubles with yourself. You are not alone. The deeper self in you is waking you up to face this eternal anathema tête-à-tête.

Maybe tomorrow you will love better. Be better. Smile better. Do better. But it has to start today.

Promise me you there will love you warts and all, ’cause that will bring an exuberance untold in my heart of heartshearts 💕

Just like these woven baskets at a display, learn to love who you are. Your beauty and flaws are meant to compliment you and connect you with those you meet. It matters to love who you are!

She was running from her demons

Hell she knew how far she had come from,

She dribbled with the chaos of her young life like a shuffling dancer would,

But until yesterday she had blamed,

Loathingly habored rancor in her deepest of hearts,

Seething with fiery red eyes whenever she encountered herself,

In her most vulnerable self-away from pretense of her somewhat mundane life,

Oh how she ran.
It is today, maybe just a couple of minutes ago has she decided to,

Well, you know accept that all this running and dodging isn’t helping,

Like to be honest, she just wants to take her flaws and embrace them warts and all.
Tomorrow was never promised but she ran as if it had her name on it,

She kind of forgot that what she made of today would culminate on to the morrow,

So today, today she will face her tormentors head on,

And maybe, maybe then will she walk gracefully,

She has yearned for this all her life.


I have fallen in love with flowers (TuyiDeePix)
An unquenchable love to have as many flowers 🌸 (TuyiDeePix)

If only you could wait

Your table was set but you hurried to gobble up everything. (TuyiDeePix)

See the days you knew what you needed have been long gone,

Dead and gone to be precise,

But you my darling was so quick to jump into,

That fiery furnace you thought was the way,

To go to that so called ‘wild romance’,

But did you think for a second that loving you and being by you was that taxing?

I remember you crying- saying why did I chase the wind,

Trying to prove to my thoughts critics that I had what it takes…
Hmmm, today, maybe today…

You will learn to smell the roses, coffee and the whole gamut that is set afront your table sweetheart.

Yes, a table set up with you in mind so that you can savor each of everything there.
You my friend have come to learn that waiting was never that bad, albeit the hard way.

Stop. Breathe. Forgive. Forget. Forge ahead.

Even though the scorching sun replenished your source that doesn’t mean you will stay parched for long. (TuyiDeePix)


A poem

Days have gone since the day I saw you,
You gave me a hug and left me dazed,
Completely unexpected because ours was,
A friendship unbeknown to no one.

Not even we,
It was a sweet surprise.

Now I sit here wondering what to call us,
What are we, confused, perplexed, puzzled,
I still can’t find the words to describe who we are,
Like they say, time will tell.

Washroom display flowers- TuyiPix