Author Archives: Surafi KB

So I failed an Interview….

The week started rather anxiously waiting for what I thought was the job that was going to bring me back into employment. You see, I haven’t been interviewed in over 5 years I believe and the interview at the time was an internal process so I was more than prepared. This time around, I wasContinueContinue reading “So I failed an Interview….”

The Nesting Ground

As I recline into the nesting ground of my thoughts My eyes evade retiring for the night. It wonders and longs to be seduced by the blue lights under the covers as my ears perk at the passing sirens still parading while the city sleeps. If I could cradle and swing my scattered mind to sleep,ContinueContinue reading “The Nesting Ground”

Hello Old Friend

Your body felt hollow and light, out of sync as my fingers tighten and released tension to your neck. At times I was rough times smooth but all was formality because my hand had left you limp and crucified to the wall. Today was different. It was like two leaves dancing with the wind, ItContinueContinue reading “Hello Old Friend”

I’m not superhuman and it’s ok

Not all superheroes wear capes, but every superhero has a duel identity living a normal life. I was trapped in a cycle of people pleasing, giving to people and the organisation but I was left empty and depleted mentally, emotionally and financially. This day marks 18 weeks since I left my job of 7 yearsContinueContinue reading “I’m not superhuman and it’s ok”

Beware of the Chameleon in sheep’s wool

Beware of the chameleon wrapped in sheeps wool for he comes with a seductive sleep when nights are lonely. He will be your footrest when your heels are dented with heaviness. When the days are cold, his breathe will gently warm your hands and his eyes will meet yours as the night slips into aContinueContinue reading “Beware of the Chameleon in sheep’s wool”

Art on rooftops

My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories. Another one, and another one, there’s another one. Week on week the same sequence, yet it felt unfamiliar. My trance was interrupted as 2 gentlemen with unkempt dressings disturbed the musty air and crossedContinueContinue reading “Art on rooftops”

Reflections/ directions

Reflections, deflections, perceptions, directions, I’m feeling like 6 months is in 3 months which means I’ve missed the last 3 months day dreaming as the end signifies the new beginning, now what? We’ve procrastinated and exasperated the vision we wrote back when spring was stated, We’ve failed and inhaled defeat and exhaled success and in truthContinueContinue reading “Reflections/ directions”

Awkward/ Phenomenal

Happy International Women’s Day! This is moment is to celebrate the force that God made…the AWKWARD BLACK GIRL. We stand in the corner scheming to become power houses like Oprah, have a swarve and wisdom like Whoopi Goldberg whilst doing the night shift of Deloris Van Cartier. We hide in the shadows like Nakia andContinueContinue reading “Awkward/ Phenomenal”

What if he has kids?…

The day of cupid is around the corner and I find myself contemplating one thing as a millennial dilemma (well, constructed in my head). What if my mature self leaves me with limited options? The older I get the more I know so naturally the more seasoned my options become, right? Then I encountered aContinueContinue reading “What if he has kids?…”

With Quincy Phillips

Recollecting my moments on a moving train to the woods I was still struck by how my evening ended on Friday 13th October. It began with me eating a cheeseburger and fries and ended with having a conversation with a musician from Roy Hargrove’s Quintet whilst he ate his cheeseburger and fries….a little intrusive? (I’mContinueContinue reading “With Quincy Phillips”

A Great Day In Harlem

In honour of world photo day, the most iconic photograph taken back when Jazz was heard in every street corner in New York. Harlem 1958 was taken by Art Kane and featured in 1959 edition of Esquire magazine. The streets of Harlem was plowed with 57 jazz musicians who were later joined by children at theContinueContinue reading “A Great Day In Harlem”