IN HER THOUGHTS

📷 AlphaColor My soul lifts up, slowly as the beat take controls of my body. Slowly, then quickly and then slowly again. Lost in the tunes, every time the tune plays it becomes fused in every bone of my bone, bloodstream, and state of mind. A reaction following suit to the beat…When music comes on it is a scene of weird gestures and sounds. T ap, clap, yell… Sway side to side resonating with the beat… OH YESS, WOOHOO… Even if the language is foreign or I don’t know the lyrics, music has a way to speak to us. Am I right? Music is more than just a beat and words, it is a part of life. It shares our sorrow, love, joy, confusion and any emotion you think about! Music is a slice of our daily heaven. Even while I’m penning this article, I’m listening to some “Jhene Aiko” tunes. Even buses, taxis or cars blast music and if not you see people with their earphones plugged. It is really fascinating how music comes together with our daily routines. A mystery I tend

📷 Hulst Wilson It was a summer morning the smell of the fresh coffee brewing filled the air – the chill breeze and the scent of the clean-shaven glass. The shrieking clock slapped me back to reality, it was time to begin adulting. For so long I was living with my parents and feeding off them. The day has dawned for me to journey into a land of no hope – job hunting ! It had become known that jobs were for the privileged and the well-connected fellas. But this didn’t mess my mantra and optimism . What a shame everyone was caught up in the web of corruption and nepotism. Tick tock… The clock sang a song of hope. I had clothes bought specially for this day rather for the last time it came from my parents’ pension. I cleared my mind and the never-dying song of unemployment from my classmates and some from streams ahead. In my head, 8 o’clock was a date, a chance to be what I always dreamt of. I hurriedly bathed, late was never part of my vocabulary. The words of my mentor vivid

📷  Chris Murray I'm no genie in a bottle or a fortune teller but honestly speaking what really constitutes a person's value? Because of the whole looking down upon people basing on their background, it is not only disgusting but worrying. We say it jokingly that money talks, but in its truest sense, the world is slowly adapting that mentality. You see people obscene posts, and it gets you thinking what really does this person draw value from. Okay! So what exactly is the value? Simply it is the importance, worth, or usefulness of something. It is such a great concern. At least for me. How can one solely be judged on material things that can easily disappear in the blink of an eye? Does it go back to how we were raised, or we are just an ignorant Generation? Built on the premises of what do you have to offer in terms of money, gadgets, possessions and all that jazz that supposedly determine how one is respected. Let's grow up, there are more issues we should rat

📷  Samantha Qeja I bleed, A subliminal feeling, burying me in the depths of sorrow Crying out for help, but all it is noise They tell me to say what I feel but that's all there is Why don't you ever open up...? When I do I get crucified for it You are not ambitious, You are careless, You are no good Me opening up becomes their weapon to further shoot me down The bad lingers as the good slowly become reference of what I could be A good deed is accompanied by a but... Only if you did it like this or this way, it could have been better Wait! What about what I want? All I am, a portrait of people's ambitions and opinions Molded in what they think is good for me Do you even know me? A shadow of what you purport me to be I bleed,  Because no one understands my story Hold up... Understanding means they know at least something Have a tiny glimpse, but I don't think they even know me Okay, here is my story... I lost my father at a te