Tuko Wengi: Queer Creativity and Thoughts

“We need joy as we need air. We need love as we need water. We need each other as we need the earth we share.” – Maya Angelou

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  • Of Half Eaten Fruit

    As I grow I sleep more hiding from the awful taste my insecurities leave. A senseless joy I find from closed eyes as I surrender my thoughts to the approaching… Read more ⇢

  • Book Review: These Letters End in Tears

    Tuko Wengi reads These Letters End in Tears. Well, it certainly delivered its promise. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Musih Tedji Xaviere’s debut novel, These Letters End in Tears is a riveting story about… Read more ⇢

  • Book Review: Negative Space

    Tuko Wengi reads Negative Space. Did we all read the same book?? ⭐⭐ Four kids. A sleepy town in rural New Hampshire. A drug called WHORL. And a spree of… Read more ⇢

  • Book Review: Brickmakers

    Tuko Wengi reads Brickmakers. And loves it. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Men come to be like bricks – fired in a kiln, roasted by the flames till they harden. At least, that’s how… Read more ⇢

  • Persistence of my being

    I remember when you sat beside me and my heart would start pounding Your red sweater had fraying threads and when you laughed you’d tug at the lose ends and… Read more ⇢

  • This Place is Sh*t

    I drift in emerald waters slow with the stars looming above and the waves humming low unfeeling dirges. The water parts as I wade towards you folding like velvet sheets… Read more ⇢

  • The dreaming eye

    The view of the dreaming eye Will be the bane of my existence Claustrophobia looms over me Heavy in the air that surrounds me And I can never seem to… Read more ⇢

  • If I go

    Life is a journey shaped by the paths we walk, the memories we hold, and the dreams we chase. Sometimes, we find ourselves reflecting on the meaning of it all—what… Read more ⇢

  • Runaway Colours

    Denial and self-loathing are often overlooked parts of the queer experience, surprisingly so since almost every member of the LGBTQ community goes through stages like these. Don’t internalize the hate;… Read more ⇢

  • Home

    Life is what you make of it. So dream. Read more ⇢

Read more: Of Half Eaten Fruit