Scattered Thoughts.
What would it be like, I wonder? to do over, start afresh, begin anew? Pack up, leave and land where […]
What would it be like, I wonder? to do over, start afresh, begin anew? Pack up, leave and land where […]
I get to choose. We all get to choose. Even in times of dire circumstances we get to choose.
Rainy Days oh how I miss thee Little puddles, wet soil, dripping trees Raincoats, brollies, hot cups of tea Board
Having a cat in a house full of pigeons wasn’t going to be a very smart idea and I doubt Junior would have looked kindly on his little ones being on the lunch menu.
I saw a man in the street Bird nest hair, half clothed Dirty, bare of feet. Knelt upon a puddle
Growing up in the late 80s it wasn’t unusual to have four out of seven nights when we had to make do with candles and kerosene ‘kandili’.
I find as women we are the most judgemental to our own.
We smile haughtily, shake our heads and tut tut at our sisters for not being ‘up to standard’.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will go see her To myself I say Tomorrow I will start that task I have another
Would it kill you To apologise, to show remorse? Would it demean you to humble yourself, To show weakness? Would
Making the world a better place doesn’t even have to involve partitions, protests or punches
“Sometimes people feel so bad about themselves that the only way they can feel good is by putting others down and hurting them.”
Aisha knew better than to disrespect elders even when they were as annoying as their old neighbor. But she would not know how to stand up for herself even if she was a child without good manners.
She always wished that she was brave like they were; they spoke their minds and were not afraid to disagree with others.