Poem by Sarah Eno Obongha
Choose To Try Again
At times the hope of a river flows into a canal,
Draining away its current.
At times, the faith of…
My name is Sandra Mamai. I go by Sandy and Naf in some cases. How would I identify myself now that I’ve become aware…
I don’t see you as a threat, yet you take up space in my mind. I see your beauty, your warmth, your smile, the spark in your eyes. Yet my mind chooses to play tricks on me…
Procrastination is opportunity’s natural assassin. A thief of time. Tomorrow and later is its password kidnapper of dreams, and its’ ransom is the future.
