When you walked away You took all my colour with you And left my heart stone cold grey I have since forgotten how sunny yellow used to be Or how cute cerise used to paint my life with joy The blue never ending skies And happy laughs As we lay
Pushed me out the nest Fearing the unknown Mistook your actions In hindsight, you did what had to be done I grew a backbone Woman! I am because you are.
You say take a right, I take a sho’t left When pictures were being painted and genders were stereotyped I was there bending my inner iron in the direction you didn’t want it to bend I cut myself out of your equations, out of your unreasonable reasoning Do understand the
Florence John Shirima is a 25 years old Tanzanian poet. Her current day job is at Amana Regional Referral Hospital in Dar-es-Salaam, Tanzania as an intern Doctor. ‘I wouldn’t live out my passion for health and fitness, teaching (through different platforms), writing and reading. Does seem like a lot, yes,
Shut eyes bless me with green grass and never ending skies Universes I can bend and paint till the contention of my heart Until daylight creeps up and pops the bubbles I blew in the night With a thud, reality creeps in It’s vines like a beanstalk squeeze and crawl
So we are a quarter to Friday, which means the week is almost over. I have decided to celebrate the little things that have made me smile this week. Kind Deeds A young school child asked me to help her cross the road. She called me aunty 🙈🙈. I wasn’t
Happy Spring Day! It’s kind of surreal, can you believe we are 9 months into 2018. The year is gone. I feel I haven’t been able to accomplish as much as I would like to. So here is a list of things (blogging traditions I was trying to make since