Imagine A Nation. (imagine-nation)

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)”

NOVEMBER MOON

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”

My Body

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”

Home is a feeling

Home was once stranger an empty building without any memories. It’s walls were intact, doors and windows too. As time went by, home became a friend, it started to fill up with laughter and wine stains on the carpet. Finally home became a part of me I never knew I had. It reflected my insightContinue reading “Home is a feeling”

SAVED

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”

Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Monday is a morning to a week It’s waking up to possibility Monday is a genesis To all that can be. Monday is the tone The tone you pitch; Monday is taking your wounds, And giving them a little stitch. Monday is finding your strength; And holding it with great grip. Monday is taking everyContinue reading “Monday (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

To the time wasters (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

The fourth dimension; As science calls it, Is something we’re short of- We wish we could pause it. But that isn’t something- Nature would allow. We just have to work- With the time we have now. A difficult task- Made more challenging- By people woven into our lives, Living like clocks aren’t ticking. Hindering ourContinue reading “To the time wasters (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Bed of dreams (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Here I lay; In a bed full of dreams- Sandwiched between, Two extremes. Suffocated by choices, Analyzing flowcharts. I heard that motivation comes, Only when action starts- So here I lay; In a bed full of dreams. Sandwiched between, Two extremes- Failure and Success- As the binaries of living. So it’s time to get up,Continue reading “Bed of dreams (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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