Five steps back through time when a single thought was ignited in a fifteen year old mind.It was the thought to speak. Not be heard or be seen but to be read. It was a thought to create a population who could decipher what laid between the lines. It was a nation founded in thisContinue reading “Imagine A Nation. (imagine-nation)”
The October sun set and made way for a new moon. She glowed with a new light and sent sweet zephyrs through the atmosphere.I marvelled at her from the edge of my window, what a magnificent sight she was. She beamed her light at me and I felt kiss of peace on my forehead .Continue reading “NOVEMBER MOON”
He didn’t have to say anythingHe’s eyes had already all the talking. They projected his anger and disappointment. She broke this gentle giants heart without much effort. A lifetime of trust broken in split second.She held no remorse for her actions and found pleasure in his pain. In his brokeness he dragged his body toContinue reading “What Once Was”
My bodyA vessel of glory. A temple undefiled A medium through which the father utters instruction. My body an instrument played to notes of destiny’s symphony. A cry from my spirit. Powered by the name called by each breath I breathe (Ya-weh). My body, A cage for my soul. Procteting it from the snare ofContinue reading “My Body”
A life beyond these four white walls. An awaking that I yearned for. The kiss of the sun on my skin. The gentle breeze making love to my hair freeing me of my contempt. I broke through the chains that held me down to my bed and ran to the hills. I laid on myContinue reading “A PIECE OF HEAVEN”
This poem is dedicated to my aunt Jane who lost her battle to cervical cancer last year. Your memory will live on forever.
Here’s something I wrote when I was sixteen. It’s a little rusty but I love the message and I hope you do too.
What are you looking forward to today?
They were words not spoken. They were thoughts unimagined. To hide them was inevitable, for you could see them written on his face, you could hear them in his voice. They were smiles faked.Memories disgraced. One could only hope for the best. They were fears ready to be felt. scars of his heart mapped outContinue reading “A story of love”
They will tell you that time heals every scar and not hand you a ‘second’ shaped bandaid to patch it up. They will tell you to take it a day at time and not tell how much of it you should take. When you take too much, it will start to eat up your joyContinue reading “The Art of healing and grieving”