IN HER THOUGHTS

Please stop robbing yourself from what you know! I freeze I tremble  I blackout Expectation vs reality I see myself acing it but reality slaps the daydream off my face "I would love to travel the world but I really don't know." "I don't like it when you undermine my opinions and contributions but well I don't know hey." "I really like this guy, the only problem he is inconsistent. I don't know, I guess will see how it goes." Statements or compromised situations we subject our selves to. It's so funny how a few words can change our perception. It is true what they say: it's not about how you start but how you finish . More often than the usual, many ends a sentence with a few consonants keys, a soothing beat to make our mistakes enjoyable. We have know judgment so well we deprive ourselves of expressing fully. Ending with an 'I don't know' or 'I guess' waters down the pos

She (sister, mother, friend) walked confidentially home; She used the same road she had known for years. Cranberry it was; plastered on a somehow rusty half-fallen metal post.  A few teases from the boys who lodged on the drains as usual. It was the norm. But, this time it was different. She would usually plug-in her earphones to block the predator's remarks. But this time it was different, a dark cloud hovered on her back. A sharp pain suddenly encroached the back of her head With a hurricane-like force, it brought her to her knees.  Her guard was gone, she lied there helplessly in pain As the predator forcefully took what it hadn't sowed. Once again the vultures won. Bloodshed at 6 pm, as her soul left her body. She used the familiar road she knew  She wore clothes below her knees Covered her boobs And didn't accentuate her God-given endowed body But still,  bloodshed at 6 pm. Maybe it's not what she wore, What time it was,

Daydreams giving exaggerated hopes in life. A tender kiss is just behind closed eyes. Happiness is hidden in the whiff of her scent. A deeper touch felt even with open eyes. Just like the waves of an ocean I drift in and away. My heart drives me in and doubts in my mind chase me back. A story that has a beauty whispered about again and again. Due to the fear of stating things already known. I keep my words to myself. But what if, maybe it doesn't matter. I mean everyone probably wouldn't mind hearing something good from time to time. So I dare to let her know she's beautiful. This morning. And then the next. And the one after that. She smiles. She blushes. I smile and finally breathe again. Do I dare to tell her more? The way she makes me feel. What she sees every day in the mirror Is a dream that sticks my heart inside my throat. I couldn't say the word beautiful enough. I couldn't paint a picture of my soul's vision. I'm si

They say inner beauty is more attractive because it comes from within. But then why do we find ourselves feeling insecure about our bodies.  Whether it’s due to acne, cellulite, excess weight, not being able to gain weight, accidents, feeling too tall, having a weird smile or being too pale, we all face our own insecurities. We look at our bodies and nit-pick at every little thing that doesn’t seem to measure up to “perfection.” The term simply stems from the word Body image which simply means a person's subjective perceptions of the aesthetics or sexual attractiveness of their own body. It involves how a person sees themselves, compared to the standards that have been set by society. Hence, the issue of body shaming or body dissatisfaction. Body insecurity is a sensitive and controversial topic. It’s either the perpetrator lacks awareness of the damage or has no ounce of remorse or people normalize bullying or victims have double standards on what should be regarded as i

📸iamprosperk It’s a force to express out loud and unapologetically The moment of contentment with self Where you say what you feel and think Being comfortable talking bout’ the unthinkable, and the forbidden A canvas of powerful scenic images, constructs of silenced stories and opinions One art at a time building a generation of wild, confident young minds Small steps it may seem but through open-mindedness, stories are molded A map that shows a trail of being comfortable in your own skin A thousand words of discouragement crafted for good, through art Staying true to self, telling your story in your own words, in its rawest form Being heard. Being seen. Being experienced…………… “Having a Voice.” Creative. Unique. Raw. And Loud The lyrics that shouts from the mountain top the ills around us The pictures that capture our deepest darkest moments The canvas that paints nature to remind us how important it is The cocktail of words filled with encourag

I have heard the tale of colonization over and over again. In different words. Different angles. But just the same storyline from different voices. But yes, they colonized us... what’s next? Yes, the education system is westernized, but what’s next? Yes, they gave us the bible, but are the papa’s and fake prophets spouting today their fault too? Trust me when I did history, I was hot mad that they made our forefather Lobengula believe a whole nation was worth a packet of sugar. Yes, I got mad that they didn't only rule over the land but also programmed how we are ought to think. Okay, now that is over and done with. Does that make me African enough? Ranting is now being equated to your Africanness. But for how long will we sing this song of what they robbed us? How long will we dwell on the past and not see the bigger picture? After all this,  what’s the way forward? By now you should be thinking why she always asks questions? Well, the question should be why shouldn’t she

Why am I letting myself sink as if I can't see everything around me? Why is the ground just swallowing me up? Did I choose this or I've fallen into another one of misery's traps ? Someone, please tell me why am I blind to myself? I'm staring at the mirror and a stranger is staring back.  I have a name but what's in a name? Is it that I've forgotten who I truly am? What's bringing about this amnesia? Are these too many questions for a man slowly sinking? Are they any answers for one who's lost in himself? I'm knocking on my thoughts and I don't hear anybody home. There's an emptiness that feels like a grave waiting for my soul. How do I teach myself the art of understanding pain? How is it that my wounds are now scars but they still hurt? How is it that I think the world is horrible but I hate myself ? How is it that I don't know why I'm even asking these questions?

Why isn’t there training to deal with the work environment? Why isn’t there applauds for new ideas rather than experience? Why does it have to have been done for it to be considered as great or even good, to say the least? Beggars are not choosers, right? Following the wind and the crowd is being rewarded while new ideas are being reprimanded. All we  have become are a bunch of yes men and yes women, no room for expressing your ideas because there is already a written manual of how things go. If you by any chance divert you either incompetent or under-qualified for the job. So basically, if it’s hasn’t been done, haven’t been heard or just simply doesn’t make sense to them based on their experience, it’s not feasible or as plainly put "just not what we are looking for right now." Worse off if you so happen to be younger or not their agemate and present something foreign to their long-standing rehearsed terrain. But just because of those few zeros in your bank accou

She calls out in the street  Of the highest ground she perks her wings She raises her voice, and souls tremble Feels like light is fading  Darkness takes full form Oh! This nagging depression She roars out,  How long will you run away from me?  How long will you hide your vanity? Fallen once, fallen twice you trade common sense for my delight For whoever lives in fear and ignore wisdom fall into my trap I’m insight of your words and visible in your actions for all Confusing respect and desperation Confusing need and want Dredged in my cologne for everyone to smell from a mile She reigns supreme How far have you fallen? Clouded in her embrace and a pinch of hypocrisy Why not put yourself of the misery? Your desperation for attention is what’s keeping you single  Your desperation for opportunities is why you keep falling at the mercy of vultures Your desperation to belong is why you no longer have an identity Or remember what you stand for

Ever wondered why no matter how much you complained about things whether it is the economy, your job or your job you never take action? Well, for the most part, is either laziness, fear of the unknown or rather circumstances beyond your control. The economy has messed up with our brains so much that even the unhealthiest workplace is seen as a Calvary. No matter how we complain or disgruntled we feel we still woke up, clean up, wear our best clothes and show up. Not because you love it but because we have no choice as it is of means of survival. Best excuses I have heard so far: "Things might get better." "Everywhere else is just as bad." "Quitting my job will look bad on my CV." "I might not get another job."              Lately the Ministry of Information, Publicity, and Broadcasting reviewed minimum wages per month for domestic workers as follows:                               This outrageous revie

Nobody knows the dreams,  The hopes she had for her future Whether she wanted to travel the world or Become the next Maya Angelou Whether she wanted to change lives,  Save lives or even live a simple life Nobody knows the plans, At 18 her notepad should have been full of plans Maybe a 10 page long to do list at her disposal From cleaning  her room to simple errands  It was her choice to tick each at her own pace But now all the images painted in her memory are filled with pain and agony. All they know is she went to the post office and didn't get out alive. All they know now is man are trash. All they know is the beast has been doing it for years. But nobody knows the pain, Of her pinned on the same exact spot Minutes that felt like eternity HER clinging to her sanity Holding back panicked breaths. Nobody knows the final thoughts That ran through her mind Undressed, with a beast logged in her deepest depths  Trembling at the sound

It's the Virgo season! Hello, September babies. Let's welcome September with a fresh mind and approach. September is a time for a change, a time to leave old habits behind and embrace the beginning of something new. And well, sometimes a small change in the way you see things is enough to spark fresh opinions, inspiration, and point of view. And, who knows, maybe you can even cook up some great money-making ideas.  If you renewed the mind. I have just the right song for you, September produced by Wind, Fire, and Earth. It is a jam y’all, it just hits the spot. It just has the right tunes to get you in the mood. What a spectacular force to start of the month. If you haven’t listened to it here is the link . Let's get back to the '90s. WHOOMP! Do you remember the 21st night of September? Love was changing the minds of pretenders While chasing the clouds away Our hearts were ringing In the key that our souls were singing As we danced in the night

It been 2 weeks to be exact and had no idea of what to write next. A complete black out… These are rare but they often happen 2 x month and we must be ready. Do you mind? I applaud storytellers, any creatives and everyone who is holding it down. It takes a lot to piece together art, ideas or any entrepreneurial efforts. Guys. This changed my perspective and raised questions I hope you will help me answer. Okay, let’s dive right in it. No time to waste here. Whilst at it, let’s scare creative-block out of its gourd. Say it with me: Let the creative juices flow… You think this is weird, huh? Okay, okay I get it. Don’t mind me flexing for a minute I had missed writing. Well, I’m back and I feel like we need to talk through these things thoroughly, all in name of supporting creatives! If you think I’m going to talk about something else, click back or the x at the top of the page. Part one of my goal in storytelling = seeking lessons in every experience other than sulking, and di

Yees! I was raised by a single mother. The journey is amazing but let's face it, the road was and (still is) winding, full of bumps and bruises. It takes stamina, perseverance  over the long haul. So to all single parents out there you're amazing! She wore armour with pride I remember it all, The stress, the tears, the long nights Joy, laughs, hugs and the love First widowed, then ousted It was sudden, very sudden Like a lonely star, She simmered into Universe depths With no familiarity, she – a single parent She was to be I remember it all No one had taught her How to master her ordeal She had to deal with the cards The best way she could She made mourning, her motivation Broken look amazing & She looked indomitable I remember it all Through the mourning and lonely nights All resemblances of her husband slowly faded The burden of making decisions was on her, Solving all manners of problems She yearned to utter t

I finally found the courage to pen my  driver's licence journey, I was skeptical about posting it, but anyway here it goes.  I finally have a driver's licence y'all! Congratulations to me, whoop whoop. I’m officially part of the club. A family of million drivers already behind the wheel. So long story short getting a driver’s license is one romanticized nightmare. After a long journey of procrastinating I finally decided to embark on the driver’s license road to stardom. I had never been behind the steering wheel, all I was accustomed to was the passenger’s seat (mother’s seat hahaha). So, this meant starting from ground 0 because I knew nothing (in John Snow’s voice) wink, wink! Finding an instructor was easy, I had a few names on my list. Through a friend, I was connected to Mr ‘Pooh bear’. You think the name is weird, huh? Well, it wasn't his real name I coined the name. But can you blame me, he had a protruding belly and I couldn’t help myself lik

I feel it creeping up on me My soul quivered... Like sand bashes by the tide Darkness pursued Dining on the amicable & merciful Precious innocent soul Vulnerable untarnished pure Fallen prey to man of many faces Perfect capped teeth shrewd Butterflies turn to moth, In the drapery of her innocence Pale like a plain tissue, she was Transparent for everyone who cared to notice Small frailty – decrepit soul People soaked up their sorrows in her rectitude A bad caricature of life Blemishes of life and its vultures accumulated her Broken and sore have she become Waving profusely goodbye to virtuousness Life had turned her callous She slipped into her personal darkness

How can it be August already? How time flies. I hope you can squeeze all the goodness out of it and catch up on my past posts. It feels like you are always running a race you can never win right? So many things to do in such a short time. Did you get to do what you had planned out for the month of July? Whoops... tough question? Anywho, are you still going to do them? Whether yes or no, I thought to start this month with a New Month post. Whoop whoop! Nothing over the top or to scold you about  what you didn't get done. But, to create a conversation about how we ought to think, do and simple things we can actually achieve for ourselves without feeling guilty every month-end when we are introspecting. Let's sail the August boat ashore together!   When a new rolls in, we are already veering our focus. Everyone is excited. And yes, we start posting motivational quotes and messages to get us through the month. Fine, we widely celebrate the beginning but

In the same birthday spirit, some words for Ma Some stories are harder to tell than most and it's not for a lack of trying or for a lack of words Some emotions are nearly impossible to express no matter the time you have This is one of those difficult stories that comes with those difficult to express emotions I have little memory of when our journey together began But I'm sure you know about every moment Where I am in life is a testament of how everything began How love was freely given and I had a superhero watching over me So we're here on this day you came into the world I like to believe it was already written that you'd have me I should say you'd have us because I'm lucky enough to not be the only one to come from you A part of you out there in the world Today you celebrate 48 They say life begins at 40 so you've been living for 8 years I'm praying for centuries more come I'm praying you live forever I hope I c