About Nyameko

Nyameko Ishmael Bottoman (Nimz) is a professional paragraph wrangler. He spends his time with his head in the clouds and his boots on the neck of misbehaving metaphors. He prides himself on being a super nanny to adolescent puns.

When he is not busy being the gatekeeper to unruly onomatopoeia he keeps himself busy with writing children’s books, English education fan fiction, and noun-verb erotica.”

The Table

Nyameko/ December 17, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Standing on a cliff at midnight in the middle of winter I couldn’t  help but  think of the sweet release in just jumping and letting my body be washed out  to sea. I would leave no trace I had ever lived except for the wake of  heartbreak and pain of youthful self exploration.  I had taken this walk many times

Read More

The letter

Nyameko/ December 12, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

It had been days since I had sent the letter. And still no reply. I had to tell myself “it takes nearly a week for letters to reach the local router, let alone the international one.” I still had at least a month to wait before the letter even got to her. That was not even taking into account her

Read More

Lessons learnt

Nyameko/ December 12, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

As he sat down and thought about the past year and half, he has to say that through all the pain and disappointment, the thing that hurt the most was hearing her say how happy she was and how she had wanted this. After agonizing for weeks on this decision all she had said was that she was happy and

Read More

Graveyard Meet Cute

Nyameko/ December 5, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Graveyards are not the best place to meet people. They are the last resting place of questions answers and dreams. When I saw her standing over a grave rocking back and forth looking deeply pained but somehow content, I had to talk to her. I walked gingerly to her and tapped her on her shoulder. “Are you ok miss?” I

Read More

As the Darkness Dissipated

Nyameko/ December 5, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

As the darkness dissipated, Mzi couldn’t help but think “that was the most intense orgasm ever”.She was up and in the kitchen doing something with water.” Maybe she was washing her hands? Had it been that explosive?” For it to have surrounded him in a sea of darkness, it had to have been. It was still fuzzy as he tried

Read More

Crucible

Nyameko/ December 5, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Crucibles come in many shapes and form. They can be big or small, they can last years or even minutes, the only common thing is that they always bring about a change in those who have gone through them. My crucible came when I was 15 in grade 9. I am from a middle class working family. We didn’t always

Read More

I’m not a stalker I just love deeply 5 (final)

Nyameko/ December 5, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Blood soaked and standing over the blood soaked remains of my girlfriend, well I should call her my ex now. Carrying on a relationship with a corpse would cost too much in air freshener. The icing on the cake being my longtime friend and now of late saboteur walking through my living room to the garage, where I was with

Read More

I’m not a stalker I just love deeply 4

Nyameko/ December 5, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Raping, killing and making love to my cheating whore of a girlfriend’s corpse was not the way I had envisioned spending my mother’s day. I hadn’t even done my bi-annual pilgrimage to her grave. Too much had been happening. Looking at the corpse on the other side of the room, I wasn’t sure my mother would have wanted to even

Read More

I’m not a stalker I just love deeply 3

Nyameko/ December 3, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

I was starting to erect a very visible trouser tent, when my friends and family walked in to give me an intervention. There are those moments in life when all you can do is say “FUCK”, pull up your pants and run. Run before life recovers it’s senses enough to ask: “why you are naked in your old girlfriend’s house

Read More

I’m not a stalker I just love deeply 2

Nyameko/ November 26, 2019/ Archive, Works/ 0 comments

Getting caught with your pants down is one thing. Getting caught with your pants down, your dick in one hand and your ex’s panties in the other hand is completely different kettle of fish. Even more so if you were caught vigorously helping yourself to the tune of her fucking the new guy in the bathroom stall you had followed

Read More