The world we live in today presents opportunities at a scale never before seen in human history. Alas, despite its niceties and pleasures and comforts, it is also wrought with challenges, issues and noise. It can, and has, been difficult for many to find their purpose in life amidst all the chaos, fun and confusion. …
We had just celebrated the New Year,The shimmering of candlelight still in the air,The soft, warm hue on her gorgeous eyes. A couple near us lit some cigarettes,And another downed copious amounts of booze,An AfroPop song I can‘t rememberwas playing in the background,We both sucked at dancing,but we danced together anyway.Our lips met as the …
Midnight wind whispers, Secrets in the moonlit hush, Whisking away dreams, Soft breath in the darkness rush.
Midnight sky ablaze, Fireworks paint a new year’s dream, Cheers in starry bursts.
Three sisters sailed in the fjordon a calm Sunday afternoon,Clad in black and gray and hazeland white and blue and red,A child sings her song in the distance,The sky now filled with rain-come-gold. Peace.
In the quiet and small hours, a mind awake, Thinking of home with untrifling heartache . Unseen threads pull at the heart, One and their home, a world apart. A quiet, muted song, for where one’s heart belongs.
Beneath the equator’s gentle arc, Dar es Salaam awakens, Sunrise casting shadows on tales untold, Harbor whispers mix with the pulse of the Indian Ocean. Streets weave stories, a vibrant mosaic unfolds, Mango vendors call amid the morning’s heat, Dhow sails flutter in the breeze, a dance on azure. Skyline rises, a symphony of progress …
On Boxing Day, joy unwrapped anew, Gifts of laughter and love in view. Families gather, hearts entwine, A festive dance, a sweet design. In holiday’s embrace, spirits sway, Boxing Day’s magic, a blissful ballet.
It’s the thirteenth name-day,The morning began with song,“Bring your friends to eat and play,And celebrate all day long”,A Christmas classic we playand the Christmas bells they ring!Wee faces be fresh, we sing at full breath:“The bells go ding-dong-ding!” The spinning three plates,The muffins an’ cakes,The buns from Chelseathat mummy, she bakes,The girls on a hike,The …
You were beautiful.Beautiful not because of your eyes,or your curvy hips,or your lithe, sensual lips. Beautiful not because of the colour of your hair,or the sound of your voiceor the feel of your skin. You were beautiful.Beautiful because of your mind,Bright as day,Sweet as a mango. The mind that read for hours in solitudewith no …
