I may be brought to my knees,
But I am not weak.
Though tears may fall from pain,
Frustration, and disappointment,
I will rise with a proud smile,
Filled with fulfillment, peace, and strength.
I may stumble and fall,
But I am not a failure.
Failure is not defined by falling
It’s about staying down.
And I refuse to…
A writer’s pen was my heart’s desire,
To weave tales and make words conspire,
But parents’ wishes, a different path chose,
A nurse’s care, my soul’s repose.
Yet fate had other plans, it seemed,
For business management, my skills beamed,
A different dream, a new design,
A journey unexpected, yet mine.
Though words still whisper in my…
Hello, my name is Michelle Lemuya Ikeny, and I’m 14 years old. Growing up in Turkana, one of Kenya’s arid and semi-arid lands (ASAL regions), I’ve seen firsthand how challenges can make success seem out of reach. But despite these difficulties, I’ve always dared to dream big.
From a young…
Excuses, Abuses, Refuses
Call her a Girl Child
Always new news of misuses and Loses
Call her a Girl Child
Denounces, Produces, Bruises, Cruises
Call her a Girl Child
Stop making a fuse; permit my reviews of the Girl Child
Call me a Girl Child.
I may be weak, but I bring forth a strong generation
Call me…
Dark-skinned girl, I am
Lived through the rainbow colors
Saw all the distractions
My confidence shaken
My mind swallowed; as a dark-skinned girl, I kept moving.
Dark skinned girl
A word of power
A power through my veins
A force pinning through
Shades of colour influencing my thought
But I remembered I am a dark-skinned girl
I kept moving.
Dark skinned…
POEM:
An African woman is a resilient being. Merriam’s English language dictionary expression for the word “Resilient” says it correctly. #she is able
Come hail or high water; an African woman can spring back into shape after bending. After mistakes. After bad heartache. After a life transition from almost dead to…
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…