Buffet For Your Soul. . .
“A problem shared is half solved” –The intending counsellor’s starter pack I think so too. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have nudged Tumisi to write that letter to Nathan three weeks ago. I’m a mental health police, I’d like to believe. It’s in the ways I look out for the sanity...
Dear Nathan, I saw your pix on Facebook, the one which attracted over 500 likes and 200 comments, about 50 percent increase in response over the one you uploaded three weeks earlier. You had the biggest smile on, the magic which pulled the response, I suppose. In spite of my...
It’s thirteen days into the New Year and I can’t boast of the “ideal” New Year’s Resolution. This has nothing to do with me forming ‘woke’ like the folks who consider others immature for being resolute about something every year. I used to be like them, hating on New Year’s...
When I was sixteen, I had a near-death experience. I had been battling chronic typhoid and Malaria for days but refused to tell mom and dad because I didn’t want to undergo the torture of drugs and injections. However, I told my elder sis, and pled she kept mum. She...
The day I saw Dare’s tears, I was scared. In spite of my activism for the free expression of our human frailty, I was yet to accept that people like Dare cry. It was a rude awakening, seeing a beacon of smiles who lights up the cheer in every heart,...
This week, there’s been an overwhelming consciousness of peace, the abiding presence of Yahweh. I wake up each day with thanks on my lips. Nah, not the usual religious lingo used to spice up a boring devotion- the “thank you for making me to see another day…” line we dole...
If storms were friendly, you could’ve been buddies. Each day some unfortunate event seems to strengthen your bond. The world thinks you both are an item, some inseparable pair cruising misery. Sometimes, you think so too; series of misadventures make you assume such. For this cause, you embrace the storms,...
What is the most important part of a song? There, is one question that’ll see the last generation of music enthusiasts. There is an uneven divide between which amongst lyrics and melody, overrides other components in a song. Melody gets higher preference for its ability to stick to one’s subconscious...
I once loved being called a blogger. Like “singer”, “songwriter”, and “poet”, “blogger” is a name I’d wanted etched on my personality. Blogging seemed like a forte, like some shield against the insults society hauls at unemployed graduates. The Facebook profiles of some friends are worth considering. Somehow, these job...
On the twelfth day of the New Year My true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming La la la la la La la la la la… Five golden rings… Twelve Days Of Christmas (never mind that I exchanged the Christmas with the new year) is a beautiful song we...
