So I know it has been a while; longer than the one post per week target that floats in my mind since I last posted. Whilst that does not sound too good; I feel optimistic about what the rest of this year and the future holds. And that about introduces what I want to talk […]
All around me, the circumstances of my country are changing. Prices are going up, hard currency is rarely there in most ATMs and panic buys quite recently were the order of the day as ghastly flashbacks of the hunger and torment that was 2008 motivated many a buyer to stock up just in case. In
So today, I want to talk about politics; or rather; begin to talk about it again. But today, I do not have much to say; just one example that I want to give, and then from there go on a bit. Imagine you walked into a dark alley, pungent with the smell of rotting bins
So I found myself lingering My mind fixated on a vision alluring My heart with a bursting passion burning? And the glorious result of it all from my heart refusing to go What if instead of sports in our hearts, it were the women in our lives? That when someone trash-talked them; to their defense
Hi, so today I want to share something that has been weighing on my heart for a while now but I have not managed to be able to write. It is something that has given me freedom; that has allowed the flame of hope to burn brighter in my heart and is a lesson I
I have been meaning to write this blog for a while now; but time has been jealously keeping me from this forum. Nevertheless, the more the thoughts have been nursing and festering in my head, the more convicted I have become of the reality and a wisdom and an urgency has been birthed in me.
So today, I am just moved a bit on the inside to talk about connection or intimacy, or depth of friendship-however one would want to think of it. It is something that I am not so skilled at, when it comes to talking about it and I think I could do better when it comes
So I was talking to a friend recently; and amongst the topics of discussion came up the issue of Samson—in particular, a few words she said got to me real deep. The question or statement in essence was this; when we read the story of Samson, and how he got himself shorn of his hair
Hi, today my blog-post is not intended as a solution or answer to anything or anyone; but it is merely me attempting to express how at times I have felt; as recently as a few days ago. I wrote as a poem, and if anyone resonates or understands how this feels please let me know.
