Category: Poetry
An Ode to Womankind
(To be continued) My womanhood is a great gift the Most High gave me, for which I am thankful each day. I am a mystery to be unwrapped. I am a treasure trove to be discovered. Relentless like a blood-bent shark I pursue the purpose which will have me fulfill my dreams and destiny in … Continue reading An Ode to Womankind
International Women’s Day 2019: Homage to my Maternal Line
Written 8th March 2019 March is a fantastic month. In addition to being my birthday month, it is Women's History Month and features International Women's Day, one of my absolute favourite commemorative days of the year. I like to have a personal thought, a personal theme for each year. This year consisted of my reflections … Continue reading International Women’s Day 2019: Homage to my Maternal Line
O.T.W.W.
You “won’t get dirty”- yet you roll around in mud Now you’re reaping the harvest that you sowed with seeds of blood. The terror rooted in pride and ego, from which they received no repose That “as you live by the sword, you’ll die by the sword” was lost on you, I suppose. But it’s … Continue reading O.T.W.W.
Inspired by the G.O.A.T
I have a voice and it too speaks. I have a call that can cause great waves and winds of change Imbued with a power that is not my own. But on which I rely and will eternally lean on. And powerful over minds and hearts it will be But directing attention and Glory not … Continue reading Inspired by the G.O.A.T
Death of an Icon- A Tribute to Nelson Mandela
A sombre mood descends The great Madiba is gone A time for quietness and reflection On the legacy that will carry on One man, one single soul Able to change the world in whole A struggle for justice, for what is right Took flight and forever a world is transformed Fulfilling his purpose, answering the … Continue reading Death of an Icon- A Tribute to Nelson Mandela
Solitude
And the vent of anger of frustration Was not able to escape So that it clouded my judgement I was unable to take in New knowledge All my own thoughts suppressed All my own knowledge forgotten I had felt safe Because I was in my own little haven Fear was without, inspiration within It … Continue reading Solitude
Bring Back Our Girls
My heart is drawn and I cannot revert it. My soul is torn, my spirit tortured. For the loss of my country women. Whose crime in the eyes of evil was to pick up paper and pen. They’ve stolen our babies and they’re yet to return. 230 taken, 187 still gone. And the government will … Continue reading Bring Back Our Girls
The Narrator's Pen 