LOVE ME TO DEATH He bought me flowers today He said it was just because But we both know the cause This has how it has always been A pattern emerged I felt helpless to stop Flowers and pretty words always followed A smack or a kick or
She gave life, she is a wife She is a mother and she is a friend She is a sister, a survivor to the end Appreciate her, we don’t dare Ask her worries, we don’t care Wipe away her tears, they are invisible as air She works, cooks and cleans
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