Six Months After

“you are beautiful amidst adversaries, you are resilient amidst tragedies.” it has been over six months since I last held your hands and kissed you goodnight; it was the longest six months of our lives. others have succumbed to the tragedy, a tragedy no man would ever wish to go through. a tragedy I never

Who Am I?

    I am my mother’s daughter,dignified and loved. I am my siblings’ sister,adored and emulated. I am my friends’ confidant,trusted and honored. I am my nation’s obedient citizen,responsible and loyal. I am an empowered woman,independent and reliable. Above all, I am a proud mother,I who lovingly nurtures a child. Each deepened crease in my

Michelle #fridayfun

“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet “your other self could be just right there where you are, waiting to emerge, be careful though as you might not like to reveal it” M – Merry, abundant joy I -Influential,

Home Soon

it was though just yesterday when I used to hold your tiny hands as we walked  down the stairs oh, how you confidently let go, while others cried in despair for not wanting to as days became weeks and weeks became months I barely noticed how years flew by ‘cos every moment with you is

Soar Like an Eagle #soar#writephoto

  you told me to soar like an eagle aim high and fly dream the biggest and reach for the skies oh, you said remember, it won’t be that simple nor easy you taught me life lessons as an eagle learns to fly they fly alone or at least with their kind and in life

Sunshine

  You were smiling, all day long even amidst a lonely, forlorn afternoon You could put the sun to shame the way your corner lips rise slowly Your eyes, how it turned into a lovely crescent moon Then you let out a soft, light giggle as you hiding your smile behind your charming face My

My Saga Continuous

My Saga on my awareness campaign against Violence continuous as i explore the possible reasons why abused women chose to stay in an abusive relationship.   Over a cup of coffee, i relentlessly write with my heart bleeding remembering each and every victim of violence out there.   you are poised and elegant they admire

Mother

Time has not robbed my feelings toward my mother she’s still the sweet darling, and she’ll be forever mine. Age may have changed her face now furrow – laden, the beauty is still there; she is my ideal token.   P.S. Happy mother’s day to my mother and to all the amazing moms around the

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating. My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then

Touch

  Two little boys enjoying their “touching” moment with this adorable farm goat. Even a simple touch while in bed can lull someone to sleep.   Warm and affectionate touch What every child need To develop long -term Of a sense of worth, security And of emotional resilience A single touch Can be worth than