Maybe I'm wrong about my decisions and I shouldn't have listened to a multitude of counsels. But there's safety in hearing from others about how they dealt with or approach their experiences.  Read more clicks There's no love lost, but there's me being lost in love, and it sounds unethical that I could write such a sentence. I still love you from the depth of my heart but the reality is dawning right in front of my eyes that this is not a reciprocated love. So, I have cold feet to run towards you and cold hands to embrace you or even to call you.  In My Feelings But my heart yearns for your presence, and the warmth your voice brings to me. You're certainly the one I'd love to spend every day with because my prayer is found in you. But my head or should I say,  my mind is doing something again and again and then expecting a different result altogether.  It's a story This is how most people feel today because our generation tends to associ

I hear you,  Your chants of ample wealth and riches Your will to be sober with the grim-faced paupers I hear you Click It is a fine gesture is it not? The acute concern for Africa’s south to north  I’ve heard of their great exploits in my lands And my people are no less grateful for these aides Click 2 But you have in the name of grants Fraught our shores with incredulity You hide behind care’s bark And wipe your dusty feet in our capitals  Click 3 Now my people are branded with vile names My lands, how grand is now but samples These places are centres for charity And I wonder does it ever reach parity?   Click 4 Dignity integrity honour My people have lost a lot of it We are far from remission as now Today and tomorrow as each day passes I hear you, your bickers And sarcastic mutters Your funny whispers And confabulations, I hear you Our allegiance lies with our hearts My people will not be servitude to your tact We know your stories too Humb

I'm in over my head and possibly out of my league. I have become very cautious with my words, every sentence should make perfect sense, have the right rhythm and sound intriguing to perfectly explain how I feel without being impulsive or becoming too pesty.  Click 1 I'm not feeling it, but I know the feeling, I'm not seeing it but I know how beautiful it is. I can't hold it but I know it is the most tangible asset. I've loved and still love you without a price tag. So it's not that I love you but I am in love with you. We're not all expressive, some say it as it is while others don't.  Click 2 Well I've already accepted to not give up, to be there when there's nothing to make me remain and at the same time remain committed to you because I believe that someday you'll not just see how much I love you or feel it but I'll see it from you when am down and just the sight of it will make my heart plunder deep into tears of

It was a cold and fine evening; the children   soon gathered around the fireplace for yet another ‘moonlight tale’ (so it was called).  It was the favourite  bit of their day. Despite  the countless playful ideas that have conveniently occupied their entire schedules; nothing could out-match the moon-light tales.  ‘Mma’, was the storyteller. She is an average-height,  dark-complexioned lady, in her late forties. MMA had an elegant look, from which one could tell that she  had lived not only a grand life but also an  adventurous one.    Click this She was married to Mr. Philip, who is otherwise meager  in height and with a stern look.  He was more light-hearted than his looks implied.  However, only the few who knew him well had a pleasant rapport with him. Unlike his wife, Mr. Philip was reserved and made loose acquaintances with the children.  Occasionally, when he ensues to make an impression on children, it ends in a fatal fiasco. Click     Otherwise, on his lu