Photo Credit: Freestocks.org Dear Amara, Today, I want you to know that before you were formed, you were loved. You were birthed in love and into love and nothing will ever change the fact that you Amara are a product of love. Your life was carefully thought out, a life of purpose, peace and direction.… Continue reading Letters to Amara
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Live. Life. Laugh. Love.
Don't be so identified with your past, that you forget to enjoy the present moment for what it is. Live your life. Laugh. Cry. Be joyful. Be angry. Be happy. Enjoy. Be grateful. Love. Laugh. Laugh again. Even when it hurts, laugh and love. Be. As you are. Present. Here. Now. Conscious of the present… Continue reading Live. Life. Laugh. Love.
My name is Ruth
My name is Ruth I am a foreigner in this land I have left my homeland, left my father, my mother and my siblings and I have come here to seek refuge I shall not be forgotten or forsaken Although I am a foreigner, I shall be highly favoured in this land My coasts shall… Continue reading My name is Ruth
Woman
Woman, how beautiful you are to behold Woman, how captivating is the strength you possess Woman, I'm emboldened by your presence Your desire to exist even in the worst of conditions Your ability to create gardens in waste places Your resilient, enterprising and dynamic nature Your courage to wake up everyday and just live your… Continue reading Woman
Mama
Nnọọ. I hope that was what the angels said to you when your soul arrived in heaven. "Nnọọ Mama, welcome." You were not my mother but you carried me. You were not my grandmother but you loved me. You were my grandfather's sister, fondly called Mama U by all who knew you. You suffered many… Continue reading Mama
Swollen Bellies
Photo 1 credit: Thomas Nast 'Boss' Photo 2 credit:Kulan You sit on your chairs, eat and grow fat. Our money, our resources are in your possessions. The people go hungry while you occupy yourselves with worthless issues. You ignore the cries of your people and turn a deaf ear to their plea. When you open… Continue reading Swollen Bellies
I am an Enigma
I am an enigma and unintentionally inscrutable and because of this fact, not a lot of people appreciate and see how beautiful my soul is. I am beautiful and I say it out loud I am beautiful because I can love and receive love I am beautiful because I can give and receive compassion I… Continue reading I am an Enigma