The Prayer

The prayer I said was one of desperation.

The prayer I said was one filled with anguish.

The prayer I said was one filled with sorrow.

The prayer I said was bottled with emotion.


The prayer I said was one no one would understand.

The prayer I said was one without sound.

The prayer I said was one filled with a longing.

The prayer I said was one I filled with my tears.


My prayer was not meant to harm.

My prayer was my own form of fighting back.

My prayer was meant to appease my wondering soul.

My prayer was meant to purge my broken heart.




Years ago I was born. A bubbling child from the start, I gave my parents peace at heart. I started to grow, started to undergo, Anything in print, I was sure to know. Very soon I begun to discover,…

Source: Gratitude


A feeling

A calling

A sudden Inkling.


An itching of hands

An urge to create

An urgent longing.


The sound of an Idea

The sweet sweet smell of a new creation


I smile, my tools smile, the paper grins widely.


My hands begin to move in tune with the flow of my thoughts.

The choreography of the letters being born is enough to calm the most turbulent of storms.


Finally, the 100 dollar piece of everything and nothing comes alive.

The writer smiles.



Father’s Day

Here Is A Father’s Day Rant From Me….

On father’s day, I decided to take a glance on some social media platforms and imagine my surprise. I was expecting a flood of happy father’s day posts and several sincerely adorable pictures of fathers with their children as had been the case on mother’s day. Well I was DISSAPOINTED.

Now please do not get me wrong, I am not a big fan of people openly displaying affection (whether false or true) on social media. However, I strongly feel that fathers are not getting a lot of appreciation. Fine, I can hear some of you say that well he did not carry the child for nine months or endure the pain of childbirth. Guess what, some women did but are not even mothering the children.

Some men deserve a big thumbs up for all their efforts. They are not only fathers but they are the best dads ever. They are there with their wives every step of the way. They love their children more than life and stick with them all the way. Why do mothers have to get all the praise all the time just because of the physical pain. How about the single fathers who have to work odd hours just to take care of their children? How about all the men who genuinly have the intersest of their families at heart and will go through whatever it takes to make sure they are safe? I am not trying to belittle the efforts of our wonderful mothers I am just saying that we should all stop this behaviour of celebrating mums and ignoring dads.

Fathers are special. They are very important and so they deserve to be honoured. Just because one man did you wrong and probably left you miserable for a while does not mean that all men are the same. There still are men who will cook for you, do the dishes, take care of the children and comfort their families in general, while keeping their busy job schedules. There still are men who will do all these things and more and that does not mean they are “sissys” they are men, they are fathers, they are DADS and that’s what they do.

So please, the next time we celebrate father’s day, lets hail our fathers, lets make a lot of noise about them. Lets celebrate them not only on social media but in real life. Infact don’t wait till it’s father’s day. CELEBRATE YOUR FATHER TODAY!!!

Once again, this is my opinion expressed and not suppressed.







Opinions are like noses, everyone has one.

This expression is rather very true. Every individual is allowed to have an opinion. Yes! It’s a basic human freedom after all, freedom of speech. This is not a problem at all.

In recent times the issue of freedom of speech and power to express one’s opinion is becoming rather “over glorified… (IN MY OPINION). Fine, you have an opinion. Okay let’s hear it. You share it… the problem comes in now.

The problem is simple, it’s usually overlooked but its real. This huge problem I am talking about is basically about JUDGING people. In the quest to express opinions some individuals turn to express harsh judgements on issues which are sometimes really none of their business. Oh Yes! I said it. I said what you have been trying to avoid. That thought that you have been forcefully trying to elude from your mind has been laid bare. Too many people are turning into judges.

Every individual has faults. Of course, some individuals will say, that’s just human nature. If you consent with the fact that we all have faults, then why judge? Why will you want to make an individual feel bad about something which they already don’t feel so proud of? Why will anybody decide to turn themselves into a huge judge and go around judging everybody? Excuse me, but let me just remind you that you are not perfect. No one is supposed to consider themselves as being better than somebody because they sin differently from them. The fact that you steal a pen does not make you less of a sinner because someone else murdered. The fact that you feel that no one has seen you doesn’t mean you have done no wrong. The point is that nobody is perfect, no one can be and no one will be. Why can’t we just accept that the way it is?

Okay that is enough for now and I am sorry if it feels like I am lashing out or I am being too harsh. I just feel it was about time I addressed this issue of “mis-expressed opinions” because it is just too much. I am definitely tired of it and I know we all are too.

Remember, don’t think you are in a good position to judge someone because you sin differently from them. All sin is sin.





Today I sit and ponder about the name Easter. I can’t help but ask the question which I know has been hitting at the back of the minds of several individuals. Has the season or celebration lost its meaning?

Growing up I was nurtured into believing that Easter, was celebrated to show that Jesus, the son of God, had died and resurrected for my sin. I was told to go to church on a Friday to “mourn” his death and on Sunday, to “celebrate” his resurrection. I was told that Christ died to save me from sin. I was told that Jesus came to bring men back to God. However, no one told me about the Easter bunny. The bible that I have come to believe in never mentioned anything about chocolate eggs, or a treasure hunt.

Now this is not to say that I am against the idea of a little celebration here and there. What I am saying is that in our quest to celebrate, let’s not forget the true reason for the season. Let’s not ignore the pain He suffered on the cross of Calvary for our sins. Instead, just as we teach our children about the Easter bunny and about how to decorate a lovely egg, let’s also teach them how to read the bible, pray to God and work towards their salvation. Let’s remind our children that Christ was wounded for our transgressions as well as theirs. That way we will be truly celebrating the season holistically.

Don’t forget to:




To your dear father

Everyday for his GLORIOUS death and amazing



The issue of identity I must say is not one that is new to the world.However some individuals still do not understand the idea that your identity is unique to you and therefore should be upheld.

Being a YOUNG, BLACK, FEMALE, it is safe to say that my chances would have been extremely limited a couple of years ago. Even in some cases, although there is and continues to be a lot of talk about equality, my chances are still limited. But am  I to say that because of this ideology,  which mind you, has been etched in the far part of my not so black cerebral hemisphere, I would not try to pursue my goals?

Okay…not to digress from the issue at hand but I want to ask a question here?  When do you feel most fulfilled?    Do you feel fulfilled  when you are forcefully trying to act like something you are not? Do you smile when you know that you are actually killing yourself for a culture, a people who will still disregard you because you are not like them?  Or, will you be happy, content, elated even dare I say blessed to be your true self and know that although everyone may not necessarily accept you for who you are, you are still content.

Okay….Back to the issue at hand. According to Wikipedia, identity is the conception, qualities, beliefs, and expressions that make a person or group different from others.This description clearly states that identity makes individuals different from others. If so, why are some individuals trying to hide their identities? Why are people suddenly ashamed of who they were born to be? Why have people started caring so much about the colour of their skin?

I will like to ask another very important question to all individuals who think that their identity has created  a large chasm between themselves and success. Have other individuals with the “same” identity  not made it? Are these people better than any of us?…Oh I can hear all the “oos” and “aahs” and “everyone is differents.” I can see the question marks on your faces. But guess what this is the truth. Others have made it and so can we.

We are all created for success. We are all created to make the world a better place. There are enough aids around us which are supposed to help us achieve our goals. Your identity instead of being a stumbling block, should be a stepping stone. You should make the best out of who you are and forget about what others are saying. Socrates was called “an immoral corrupter of youth.” Thomas Edison’s teachers said he was “too stupid to learn anything.” Michael Jordan was cut from his school basketball team. Stan Smith was rejected as a ball boy for a Davis Cup tennis match because he was “too awkward and clumsy.” All these individuals are seen as heroes today.

Enough said. The ball is in your court now. Remember that your identity instead of being a stumbling block, should be a stepping stone.



Inconsolable, Inconsiderate, Undeniable

My heart does its own turnover at the sound.

Constant, desperate craving.
Yet you remain untouchable.

So I gazed at you from afar,
I never wanted to take you this far.
But this opportunity was too good to be true
It felt like nature’s own given cue.

Then, I knew
my search was over.

My long walk had ended-not in freedom, not in victory-
far from that.

With an element of pain,
I was met with reality
Such incredible yet perplexing anxiety

Like the clock ticked…
One, three, midnight, midday.
and now I hold the receiver in my hand
I stare at it
I smile.