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Retracing the steps -3
Our stories are very much similar than we think. We see differences because we do not share our stories, or if we do, the motives are very different. If only we will connect the dots in every personal struggle we are bold to share with those of other bold individuals, we will see how the…
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They sit unsung
we’llneverknow the fearsand hurts you hideyour deeds, like diamonds,sit unsung in shadowsof ingratitude and prideyou forged underdogs into starswith sacrifices of love, Mother,we’ll never know the shed tears and hurts you hide
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Changing trend -opinion piece 3
For a villager in the city for the first time, there are too many shocks than the eye can digest, too much for the brain to process. Places people in the city are sick of seeing become great tourist attractions and holy sites for the villager. Many customs and traditions held sacred back in the…
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strange times
It all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home late. As mother lowered the wick of the lantern, the darkness in the room loomed large. I shut my eyes tight, careful to not think about dark tales of the…
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Interactions with a book -part 2
“Your plan and the way things turn out rarely resemble each other.” -Ryan Holiday Today I completed Ryan Holiday’s book “The obstacle is the way. And the quote above from his book has kept me thinking… Several times in my life circumstances have brought me to my knees, bringing my life to a standstill thanks…
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The road to Damascus -page 2/100
News from home. Father has been transferred. To pastor a new church. In another town many miles away. Perhaps we should be happy. But we have no reason to be. It’s just a change from one problem to the same problem wearing a different face. In accompanying our father on his missions, we see how…
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Retracing the steps – 2
It was supposed to be a testimony. To the glory of God. But a few minutes into her narrative, it all turned into tears. And sighs from church members. I sat there shifting in my seat at the unpleasant sight. Everyone seemed to know her story, and probably what she was about to say. It…
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a howling wasteland
tied to a treewas the kidnapped queenwincing at the mirage of advancing horsesmirage of a rescue teamdaunting reality of massive losses her chief magician chantshis voice echoing in the howling wastelanda figure in a picture enlarges into a real beinglike a fast-forwarded movieon rewind to a slow motion scene wearing her crown of planetsthe great…
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Finding the balance -opinion piece 2
Sometimes, local, national or global events can drive us nuts as we look on while a clown concocts motives for an injustifiable evil carried out against the vulnerable. Doctors are exploiting patients, extorting monies and charging exorbitant fees for services to patients in critical conditions that have no alternatives. Allowances due national service personnel, and…
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Isn’t a struggle a story ?
I stare at the picture,wondering what to write,noticing my first lines do not rhyme and have no consistent metre I question my motives.To express, or impress ?Maybe I digressto thoughts with no themes. Isn’t a struggle a story?Shouldn’t this writers’ blockbe time to pause,to see beauty even in what seems sordid? https://wp.me/paf3ao-n9y
Diary of a Wanderer 