Tell the stories of our continent, our beautiful and inviting traditions not forgetting those that have held us back like yokes around our necks.
We mourn for the dead today, go to sleep and wake up unbothered. I pray you choose a different path. Choose to remember. Choose to live and not to survive because after you’re gone, after we throw the last soil onto your grave, will you live forever in our hearts and minds or return to dust and are gone forever? Forgotten?
Moraa had never stepped in a classroom to attain any level of literacy but she had been bred to fulfill her wifely duties from the moment she could grasp a cup.
You take things for granted, consciously or subconsciously, till we cannot anymore because our mind cannot let us. Our mind cannot send signals to help interpret ubiquitous stimuli. At this point, you cannot take anything for granted because YOU JUST cannot. Your mind does not fathom how to. During my psychiatry rotation in my fourth… Continue reading When tables overturn
I looked ahead, in a slight stupor as I reflected on what the young woman in her early twenties seated beside me had said. It was worth mulling over on this promisingly long and torturous bus ride given that our bus had a reputation of being the slowest of the three. It had been a… Continue reading I’m I ready?
You want to meet John Henry Patterson and pick his brain and talk about how the lion brushed his face with his paw and of his foolhardy plans that he never seemed to take note of until the man eating lion was taunting him in the dark on the seat in the tree you see above the moment to read the last word in this beautifully written book.