Trust the process, lately, this statement is becoming a cliche but it doesn’t make it any less of the truth. The ‘process’ is the training school of life. It is the mill we have to go through to get to our goals and dreams. Every successful person you can think of is an alumni of…… Continue reading Trust the Process
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the zen experience
Thick Skin, Thin Skin.
Built for this is what she said. “Why should I have to cry and show all of my feelings?” Is what he said. Declared his emotions free and then with a pounding heart, waited for society to rain down on his parade, Little did he know that, on the right side of his cold-hearted emotions,…… Continue reading Thick Skin, Thin Skin.
In the End……
Life is strange, unpredictable, funny, sometimes it all feels like a game. Ever wondered what you were doing in your mother’s womb for a solid 9 months? How did you survive that? I mean science tries, oh yes it does but I still don’t get it. Do you get it? Help me out here. Out…… Continue reading In the End……
The FLIPSIDE of social anxiety
I struggled with it before I knew the term, Often times I had to catch up with it because it would go before me, It would enter a room before I did, making an entry that no one else saw but me, When it was time to leave, it would leave before me Had me…… Continue reading The FLIPSIDE of social anxiety
WONDERFULLY MADE
As but yet a clot of blood🩸 , in my mother’s womb you conceived me. Before conception you knew me. And before knowing me, you had predestined me. Not some mistake. Not a product of a one night encounter. But Fearfully made intentionally. I know who I am. I am who you say I am. …… Continue reading WONDERFULLY MADE
DEAD SILENCE
The silence of a mother, She cannot grumble when it’s getting hard, A tough exterior is all she will need to fight the tears to clear two visions, One is her eyes and the other vision, Is the one that shows her what her children will become, The silence of a father, he can’t complain…… Continue reading DEAD SILENCE
AGAIN
Again I go down this road. Hoping that the lessons learnt will carry me through. Again I try to make new memories. Hoping for the very best and nothing less. Again we keep trying. Hoping that one day, we find what we are looking for. Again we make hay. Hoping that our dreams pave the…… Continue reading AGAIN
What Is That On Your Head?
It’s…my hair. It’s a statement. It’s…a body in itself. It’s my crown. A symbol of my blackness. An embodiment of grace. It’s my trademark. I wear wherever I go. And even though I may not always have “good hair days”, It’s always a good day. It’s…my covering. My shield. It’s there as if to say,…… Continue reading What Is That On Your Head?
That thing……..
That thing……. That thing called love. Roses are red, Violets are blue, Love is confused. That thing…… That thing called love. Messes with you in more ways than one. One moment your heart skips a beat, Next you are day dreaming. That thing….. That thing called love! You can never get enough. The heart, with…… Continue reading That thing……..
The Left-Hand Club
Gasp! I turned my head quickly towards the source of the gasp. Then, “You’re left-handed!” Relief swept over me followed (and very immediately) by annoyance. Ever since I discovered that all I need to do is pick up a pen and start writing or doing something else, I have felt pretty much invincible. In most…… Continue reading The Left-Hand Club
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