Krystal Pen

Fiction, Poetry and everything Literary. Every voice should be heard.

My First Kiss

Thoughts never break fortresses, but actions do……A story

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The Wright brothers– Living as a bird once lived as an impossible idea

Men’s greatest discovery, arguably, is becoming birds, figuratively. It is fascinating how we have won for ourselves the luxury of swimming in thick white clouds, far sighting the structures with elusive finesse that lay thousands of feet below. But of course the turbulence is always uninteresting. We needed to be reminded that we are still humans. Not birds. At least not yet if you do consider reverse evolution. How can […]

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Till the Kongas fade into the night

  Tap me in the head And drag me to where kongas sing And waists roll like boneless trees   Tap me in the head And drag me to where drums lay castles And ripe mangoes sway behind them like naked winds   Tap me in the head Bury my eyes behind them- nests of bewildered delicacies Let their feet collapse on the ground like tears from heaven And my […]

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The Scars; An African story

Beside the black iron gate in that beautiful morning, flushed with a pale yellow, I felt different shades of bitterness whirling around my tongue. Abike wept bitterly for the third time inside three years. I knew the tears flowed in an opulence of sheer bitterness. To what extent I do not know. But I knew it had to be severe, like the virgin taste of bitterleaf. My mother had turned […]

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A slight drag could do the magic

Not all characters are forged from cradle; some through experiences; carefully bone ravaging experiences.  For those of us who get severe satisfaction from judging or criticising, you might want to lard your lips with a bit of restrain and consideration.  Experiences get people frustrated, sometimes for life. The way different persons handle their experiences is based purely on their abilities or mental capacity.  I did encounter a lady while working […]

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Small jobs and getting married; a mild stain of ambiguity

I accidentally got into a discussion with a man at Spar some days back. A not-too-complex looking young man, possibly in his late 20s. He was with his wife. Accidentally I got to know that he is a keke driver. Wow! Impressive!! I said to myself. Shortly after, I realized so many things that have long gone berserk; We don’t ever get to realize young farmers in Nigeria. Maybe farming […]

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