IN HER THOUGHTS

  sometimes  leadership hurts us serve and protect  the solemn oath,  holding the touch being the light for others, being the change unfortunately, there is no change without loss  the narrative 'if you're not hurting you are not  a leader' puts unrealistic  expectations, to sacrifice yourself, your time,   and well being for decisions to be criticised and judged,  no one likes you yet you're breaking  your back for them I used to think knowledge was power but no one told me knowledge come at a cost you have no right to cry or feel, you've to be the light even when you're  travelling in a dark tunnel,  that's the curse of power. Photo Creative Prompt.

📸shubilak If I Stay would you hold me like the first time, Filled with assurance and words pregnant with emotions Only our hearts know, Every heartbeat, a love song. A safe haven in your arms. If I stay would you hold me like you used to, Where you did all you could, Effort was your middle name, Words of affirmation were in your vocabulary, Acts of service your daily workout to burn out the anxiety and negativity. If I stay would you finish your sentences, Use all syllables in your words to show you're here, The shorthand always feels like it's rushed, Would you make me your main plan, Not the 'Oh sorry, I was about to', 'I'm so busy right now' or 'What if we do it tomorrow?' last minute texts. If I stay would you be more intentional and not get too comfortable, Care a little bit more about my day and dreams, It's all in the little things, But they varnished with the sunsets, And present new dilemmas as the sun rose,

📸AfroBloggers  For someone who has been floating, spread my wings and fly… The fall is hard, deep into a hole that I had last dug myself out of! The drop down has been long coming, it feels more like a dejavu actually. Like it has happened before and I’m now just reliving the moment. I just can’t stop falling. Deeper and deeper my body is falling me, my mind is beaten down, any attempt feels unbearable. For once my body and mind agrees on something. It feels like I’m sitting at the edge of the wall in an empty room, window shut with a chipped corner. Out of it rays of sunlight cuts the room in halves making a rainbow diamond on the floor. When it’s dark the hues of trees turn into monsters dancing at the rhythm of my pain. As if part of the natural clock, it’s scary from the inside and even scarier from the outside. Anxiety beckons me to sit, a revival of my solitude. Even if I only rest here, a kiss of cold air from societal expectations, reje

Judge: You being charged with counts of lazyness, entitlement, changing jobs like shoes, adrenaline filled junkies and a generation of no hope. How do you plead? Plea : Thank you your Honour for this opportunity. Firstly I feel like we surrounded by a glitter border; Looks good from the outside looking in, but all it is confinement in our thinking, ideas and entire existence; Of rules and expectations passed on from generation to generation; Stick to the know, a yearn for more is rebellion; A generation framed by our forefathers; constantly paying for their sins; Where corruption, violation of freedom of speech, graduates begging by the roadside and violation of human rights have been normalised; A curse of through painful toil we eat food from it the rest of our lives. Hands to mouth, hands to mouth, a routine we've only known; They ate the sour fruits, played with fire, gorged into our trust funds only for us to be called lazy and free spirits. Millenni