Quiet I know what it sounds like I know what it feels like Sometimes I know what it tastes like… Read more Quiet
Quiet I know what it sounds like I know what it feels like Sometimes I know what it tastes like… Read more Quiet
I knew our home was now a battle ground, I just knew it. Sounds of fighting all around me, the ground shaking, screams of pain and anger in the air as well as the metallic stench of blood.
I remember I was playing with my siblings in our living room while mama was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I remember the sound of her sweet tinkling voice when she called out to us that our papa was back…. My little sister, Isabelle, and I ran to door and counted slowly to a hundred as we waited for papa to come in.
I am going crazy; tired of seeing the four corners of this room that has now become my prison. It… Read more ROOM
This is a follow up on my previous post, Is There Really Hope For Nigeria. Today is the D-day, the… Read more Crossroads