My little feet carried me far away from home, from safety and comfort. A gush of wind blew and shut my ears, all I could hear was my foolish heart straying me to the valley of misery. The grass grew thicker and taller, the air around me was as cold as the hand of deathContinue reading “SAVED”
Category Archives: Story
A little note of love
Dear young queen, You’re are at the start of a new chapter. You are probably going to write some new stories with a few new characters. You’re going to choose new words and use a little bit of the old ones to build up or break down your towers of dreams. You might get hurtContinue reading “A little note of love”
DON’T SHOOT!!
I had been told that the path I have chosen was not for the fainthearted. They said I would only ever be perceived as an obstacle of justice but woe was me, whose tenacity deceived me that I was going to be the voiceless for the voiceless, an instrument of change a vital solution toContinue reading “DON’T SHOOT!!”
Between the lines
We crawled towards the end hoping to get to the edge of forever. But we forgot to anchor ourselves down, just in case we went too deep. I guess we were too caught up in the chase that we couldn’t see that night was coming. Perhaps I was the wind that extinguished the flames ofContinue reading “Between the lines”
What Ever it takes
How far would you go to feed an addiction?
Can we be friends?
Podemos ser amigas? (Spanish) Peut-on etre amis?(French) Possiamo essere amci?(Italian) Kodi ti nga kale abwenzi?(nyanja) Singaba abangane?(ZULU) CAN WE BE FRIENDS? One day when the night calls and darkness covers the land, I hope you’ll be there with me to hold my hand till the morning comes.I hope that when that day comes, you andContinue reading “Can we be friends?”
Behind the mask
The journey of self acceptance isn’t an easy one. It is a silent battle that everyone fights through. It is a battle I have fought through. Despite the many demons I had to face I came out victorious and learned to love and appreciate myself even more.
I SURRENDER
William Booth, founder
of the Salvation Army, said, “The greatness of a man’s power is in the measure of his surrender.”
Those Sad begging eyes
He stared at me like for some reason I knew what he wanted. When all I could see were these little begging eyes whose desires I was clueless of. My first assumption was that he was hungry and maybe he needed a slice of bread or some money. It was extremely cold outside and IContinue reading “Those Sad begging eyes”
About Showers 🚿 (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)
Personally; Hot showers feel like sweat They just don’t give me the freshness I desperately intend to get! By : Phanuel Ayelum.
