IN HER THOUGHTS

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 rem...

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:                  ...

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  Tr...

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...