IN HER THOUGHTS

De'Andre Bush Even when I receive hatred in the guise of love, I welcome it. My lowliness convinces me that is more than enough. Maybe if I loved the man in the mirror, me, I would find love fulfilling. Have you ever wondered how people are in love, but it is never you? Why they do not love back and are difficult to love? I know it is wrong and questionable, but I cannot help to wonder. Why do they receive affection and emotion when they have corrupt souls or no soul at all. Have you ever felt like this before? You look at yourself and convince yourself that it should be me in their position to receive the passion, infatuation, and romance for you are a better or less sinful human being. Then you find yourself not receiving the love from whoever you lust or desire it from and fail to even receive love from yourself.  You fell in too deep into the narrative it should be and create unrealistic expectations. In the end, you subject yourself to a reality where you cannot receive love f

Here’s to friendships forged! A community build on words, a canvas of true solidarity Creativity sparked, a journey of self-discovery & hidden potential Potential hidden in the depths of our anxiety, self doubt and blocks A glimpse that we’re one, different countries connected by words I hope you now know the power your words hold I hope you have shaken off doubts from the edge of your hem I hope your arms stretch to collaborations and new possibilities I hope you continue to challenge yourself from here till forever Lesson learnt, hold them, dear, the challenge ends but creating c ontinues…   Thank you Afrobloggers, for the new friends who are slowly becoming my blogging family, the laughs, facing issues that make our hearts ache, revisiting our goals and vision. Of course, the different voices and types of writing. Man this was good exposure to all the talented and creatives around Africa. Africa is creative, together we rise! P.S Don’t stop tagging me jus

You knew it could burn but stretched arm's length for an embrace. You felt the heat inside out, Heart Burn! But, you still basked in its full blaze. You knew it was a trap wrapped in good aesthetics, A beautiful painting hung to sway you in. I gotta give it to you, you got a big heart, Enough to go around even where it's not wanted. So do you cry or scold yourself when the pain it's self-inflicted? How do you tell your story? Do you complain? Do you ask for help? It feels like you are stuck between a rock and a hard place. 'You got yourself into this.' 'You got yourself into this.' Runs an emotional race at the back of your mind. Now, these 7 words make you feel ashamed & not worthy crying out for help. You repeat it to yourself to put you to sleep. A lullaby self-composed, 'You got yourself into this.' "Always follow your instinct." Why didn't you follow your instinct? Ooh, yo

Every moment in this beautiful life we live feels like crunch time and we are constantly bound to make decisions that will bind us for the rest of our lives. I told myself that for every moment I am going to make a decision I am going to accept the outcome either good or bad. Life is never the same every minute, it has got its ups and downs so I told myself I am going to live it the best way I can. I have been faced with challenging situations that at some point in time I wasn't bold enough to even think of a future. I thought I had lost it but then I told myself the promise upon my life was made already I am going to pull through. It feels awkward at times to speak positively upon a bad situation but the thing is what you tell yourself is what you believe in and that is good enough to make tables turn for the greater good.  Life from my own point of view can be a tale of tells. When I found myself crying, I told myself worries are not going to last for lon

Girl you already have it!!! You are the epiphany of a strong woman, One dear brilliant woman, The best-endowed, with face & fire in her bosom Leaning from her human, she is independent Full of love, life in its abundance Through harshest time you remain untainted Her presence did confidence and self-awareness summon You know who you are, keep on pushing Get some gold spray for that lemon, Though life is sour taste it like watermelon Fit it in all up in your denim A match that was made in Heaven Selfish to lavish in your goodness Never apologize, let them recognize Baptize them with your goodness Legitimize your self-worth, Personalize happiness Make them realize You are enough in your eyes