Sunday Love and the Shadowed Gate

(First Person: Clara) The mist clings, a cold, damp shroud. I can’t feel my feet. Or anything, really. Just this… lightness. And a dread, heavy as lead. I stand before a gate, iron and shadow, towering. A man, Silas, I think he said, stands before it, his face etched with lines that speak of endless……

An Island Of Broken Bones

She chose hope. It was a fragile choice, a tentative step on the tightrope of human connection. And as she began to weave stories with Richard, stories not just of his brokenness but of dreams waiting to heal, a familiar warmth bloomed in her chest. The island she had built on broken bones might not last, but perhaps, just perhaps, it could be a temporary haven, a place to share a flickering flame of hope until the tide swept them both away. Because even islands, built on heartbreak, can be stepping stones towards something beautiful, even if bittersweet…

Kampala Nocturne

The concepts of fate and destiny have captivated humanity for millennia, sparking philosophical debates and inspiring countless works of art and literature. While there’s no scientific evidence to support their existence, the belief in a predetermined path or an external force guiding our lives offers solace and meaning to many.

On the other hand, others find the idea of predetermination restrictive, preferring to believe in the power of free will and our ability to shape our own destinies. Ultimately, whether you believe in fate, destiny, or a combination of both is a personal decision that reflects your individual worldview and life experiences.

A Songbird’s Farewell: A Tribute to Zahara

“Lengoma,” a lament for the land, a cry for the lost,
Echoed through valleys, where hope seemed almost crossed.
“Mgodi,” a tale of love and its bittersweet sting,
Resonated with hearts, a melody on the wing.

She sang for the mothers, for the daughters so bold,
For the strength that resides in a song unsung.
Her voice, a soprano of hope in the darkest of nights,
Guiding us through the shadows, with its gentle light

The Garden Of The Heart

When night descends, and shadows creep,
In their heart, they find solace deep.
For in the flame’s glow, their loved one’s light,
Banishes darkness, turning to night.

Should tears ever fall, like gentle rain,
Their love will soothe, and ease the pain.
For in the garden of their heart, they’ll find,
A family member, forever enshrined.

The woman knelt before the candle altar, her eyes closed in prayer. With each breath, she felt the warmth of the flames seep into her soul, filling her with a sense of peace and comfort…

The Death Within

I carry my death within me.

Who said that? It could have been anyone.
A poet, a philosopher, a religious leader.
Anyone who has ever thought deeply about the meaning of life and death.

Because it is true. We all carry our death within us.
It is a part of us, as much as our hearts and our lungs.
It is the one thing that we can never escape.

But what does it mean to carry our death within us?