No one ever wishes to be exposed to abuse. We all think it will never happen to us, or decide to live on the hush hush like society has taught us. We say no evil and hear no evil because we live in fear. We fear what people will say,
Do you wanna know how much my heart weighs Di-sect me open , while counting how many scars life has tattooed on me Do you wanna know how many litres of tears have cascaded down these eyes How I hug myself at night, in the dark When all is silent
It rained today, reminding me how close we are to the mango season. Gosh, the way I miss yellowish ripe mangoes. The thought of them makes feel the sharp pang nostalgia that just hit me. Childhood memories start coming back to me. They take me back to my mother’s backyard.
Kenyan, Vaati Nyamai is a marketer at Heaves International Limited, however her skill is acquired through experience since she has never attended college after her O level education. She is involved in several charity groups that help the homeless street kids. She’s passionate about singing and nature walks. Vaati is
Grandpa clock Whisk me To the future Give me a glimpse Of the me to come She may drop a pearl of wisdom Or two Tell me that the fro Will grow in due time That I can fix My crown on my own But it’s OK To ask
Earlier today I stumbled on Namupolo’s tweet and mused. Here’s the outcome: “I want a square circle” – Namupolo I want a sunny moon with little stars that dance to the sound of the blowing wind as friends I want roads that lead to the paradise my imagination has birthed