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For Now by Azwi-Hilton

You wake up, not because you want to, but because the light creeping through the curtains demands it. The weight of the night clings to you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you paralyzed, unable to shake the darkness that’s been following you for so long. You lie there, staring…

Nostalgia~ Faith Matins

The wheels rolling unstoppable as time passes by,
There in with different souls as passersby,
Each soul a beauty, a specialty in tow,
Leaving colors splattered where spirit glows.

The good old memories, their sweetness clear,
As fresh as an untainted atmosphere,
The chatters, bickers of love we embrace
Lived through seasons in time and space.

Chapters…

The Woman I’ve Become (part 2)~ Anonymous

But love, I am so tired.
The betrayal sits inside me
like an elephant on my chest.
Every fight drags it deeper
not just the infidelity, the lies,
But the why.
Why her? Why them?
Was it my body? My brokenness?
Was I not enough, or was she the dream
You couldn’t resist?
I see her face sometimes,
A ghost…

A Sheroe, Theresia John

I was not born into wealth, but I was born with something far greater: a vision.

From a young age, I refused to believe that riches should measure happiness. Instead, I dreamed of a world where kindness and purpose defined success.

Growing up in Africa, I saw the need for change,…

My Journey as a Creative Writer and Speaker~ By Ophadile

“I began my journey as a dreamer—curious, passionate, and deeply rooted in the desire to uplift others. Even as a child, I was known for always advising my siblings, often misunderstood as being “too forward”. But my intentions were always anchored in love, wisdom beyond my years, and an…

Facing Fears~ By Grace Banda

Akira was a young girl who grew up in a poor neighborhood. Her childhood was marked by violence, abuse, and neglect. Her parents were addicted to drugs, often engaging in violent fights.

Akira recalled the sound of her parents’ screams, the smell of smoke and alcohol, and the overwhelming feeling…

All I Ever Wanted : To Be Seen~ By Mpundu Merci

Sometimes I wonder why it always has to be me,
The one who is left behind,
The odd one out,
The one making jokes that nobody laughs at,
Never anyone’s cup of tea.

I mean, you wouldn’t understand,
Since my face hides it so well.
You won’t see what’s behind this beautiful smile,
Or beneath this extroverted…