Sing a million praises to my Mother.
Orisa bi ti Iya kosi laye.
Call her the virtuous woman.
Yes, she is a selfless woman.
Add the ambitious woman to the list too.
She put me first before anything,
And anyone and even before herself.
Her name is love because she abides in love.
Not just an ordinary…
When the sunset fades, and the stars disappear,
When the darkness deepens, and my heart does fear.
And when the tunnel’s grip seems endless and wide,
My weary body and soul, side by side.
On days when prayers repeat, a desperate cry,
“Why me?” I ask, with tears that won’t dry.
Lord, help me find…
In the light of Christ, my spirit soars,
He is the Truth, the Way, the Life—my core.
In every word, His promise shines,
Validation flows through these heartbeats of mine.
With confidence, I rise and stand,
My voice, a flare, my purpose, a plan.
With will and passion, I forge my path,
In every endeavor, I…
While we still have time, let’s gather around.
Let us share laughter and jokes freely.
Let’s continue to cherish each other’s grace.
Let’s make the most of this precious time.
While we have time, let’s chase our dreams.
We are working towards our goals.
Also taking a breath to ourselves
To reflect and nourish our souls
While…
In tender years, life’s storms began to rage,
A matriarch’s loss, a heart’s turning page.
Four and a half, with my sister by my side,
Left in aunt’s care, our father went abroad to reside.
South Africa’s call, a new life to unfold,
Education’s promise, young dreams to mold.
But stepmother’s shade cast darkness on…
I am the sting in your strong coffee,
I burn habitual liars’ tongues.
They don’t even feel good between the thighs anyway.
This poem is a melody of praise
for men who mend the ruins of childbirth
and storms,
for women who have experienced
the actual ruptures of soul and spirit.
These words are butter for your…
POEM
Beggars looked in my direction,
And I felt like one of them
I looked back and resonated with so much they were going through
I’d seen them
Day in, day out
Sitting, waiting, hoping, begging
All I could do was to wonder, what’s next?
What are they hoping for?
Where is their help coming from?
I’d seen them
Day…
POEM:
Poverty you are so cruel
Poverty you take away joy
Poverty you control and take over
We fight you, we pray against you
We ask from the almighty to get rid of you,
Yet you poverty you stand still and ensure we feel your presence
I have tried all ways with the pros and cons
But…