Category: wri(tings)
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Too many therapists
zaks wri(tings) (a brief interlude) SAD season is officially upon us people. So get you hats, hot drinks and healthy coping strategies at the ready! Most of you will know that one of my coping mechanisms is humour. I am a strong believer that if I don’t laugh I will cry. (And sometimes I do…
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Sold my phone to get home (pt.2)
zaks wri(tings) #3 … Before I continue, I would like to state that yes of course there were other ways of getting home. But in order for you to understand why I chose to sell my phone, you need a likkle context. Below are the other options and reasons why I opted out of them;…
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Sold my phone to get home (pt.1)
zaks wri(tings) #2 This is an absurdist audition account about being a struggling actor. (Heavy emphasis on the struggling.) A tale about a time when I had no money and had to sell my phone in order to get home. 9 minutes to get to Clapham Junction? Light work. Oh, how rude of me. I…
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My mum is my g
zaks wri(tings) #1 My mum is my g. My ride or die. I would say she’s my best friend but my actual best friend … Well … she is cheating on me at the moment so we’re on a break. Seeing other people if you will. (But that’s a story for another day.) Back to…
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I look like an uncle
(for The Guardian Weekend x gal-dem) Well this is exciting isn’t it. A blog and my 1st official post. (13 year old me would have been very gassed.) Speaking of gassed, this time last year I wrote my 1st full length memoir titled ‘I look like an uncle’. I was lucky enough to be chosen…
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Support the ting (please)
Hey. My name is Zakiyyah but everyone calls me zak. And after a lot of procrastination and bare self doubt … I have finally decided to share some of my writing with the world and subsequently you. You just being here means a lot but if you would like to really support the hustle. Click…
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