Paid in Hugs

The joy of parenthood, I realized, wasn’t a singular event but a continuous journey woven with threads of laughter, frustration, tenderness, and unwavering commitment. And while I wouldn’t trade my own path, that single day offered a profound appreciation for those who navigate this beautiful, challenging, and utterly irreplaceable journey every single day…

Parenting in the Skies

“It struck a chord,” he admitted. “Perhaps the secret to good parenting isn’t about location or culture. Maybe it’s about finding that balance, that nurturing, protective side within ourselves, no matter who we are.”

Claire smiled, a warmth spreading through her. Thirty thousand feet above the ground, amidst the shared stories and vulnerabilities, an unexpected connection bloomed. Perhaps, she thought, the answer to raising strong, compassionate children wasn’t limited by borders. Maybe, it was a universal dance, a constant striving for Ubuntu, for a world where every child felt seen, valued, and part of something larger than themselves…

The Weight Of Adulthood

In the misty realm of childhood, where time flows like a gentle stream, I often pondered the enigma of adulthood. My father, with his weathered face and wise eyes, would simply smile and say, “Soon, my child.”

But soon never came.

I grew older, my body transforming like a chrysalis into a butterfly. I experienced the joys and sorrows of adolescence, navigated the treacherous waters of first love, and basked in the warm glow of academic achievement. Yet, the elusive essence of adulthood remained tantalizingly out of reach.

Then, one day, everything changed.

Adopted Child

In the tapestry of my life,
Every thread had its place.
My birth story, though shrouded in mystery,
Left behind no trace.

For I am defined by my spirit,
Not by the circumstances of my birth.
A child of the universe,
With boundless worth.

Spark Creativity

In the realm of my dreams, a skill I yearn,
To wield with mastery, my heart in turn.
A skill to see the world with clearer eyes,
To pierce the veil, beyond the mundane skies.

The skill to weave words into magic spells,
To capture the essence, to ring the bells.
To paint pictures with language, bold and bright,
To ignite the soul, with shimmering light.

To craft melodies that dance and soar,
And touch the heart’s core.
To sculpt from clay, dreams that take flight,
And fill the world with wonder and delight.

Tomorrow’s Priority

Tomorrows priority, a poem to my children,
my little ones, my heart’s devotion.

Each day I wake, with you on my mind,
your smiles, your laughter, your curious eyes.

I cherish every moment, every hug and kiss,
for I know these days are fleeting,
and soon you’ll be grown and gone.

But for now, I’m your dad,
and my number one priority,
is to love you unconditionally…

Hope in the Midst of War

‘Kanyunyuzi and Nyambura are the children of the North, and they are a symbol of hope. They are proof that even in the darkest of times, There is always light…’