There Is Power In Letting People Be Themselves

We often choke the life out of people’s personalities. Mostly, in an attempt to make the  personalities of other emulate our own or suit what we prefer. This is stripping humanity of its ability to… Source: There Is Power In Letting People Be Themselves

Love is the Binding Piece to All Our Broken Pieces.

When I was 12 years old, I spat in Peninah’s face. Peninah was my desk mate back in primary school. The school had this culture of sitting the top performing students next to the poor performing st… Source: Love is the Binding Piece to All Our Broken Pieces.

Love is the Binding Piece to All Our Broken Pieces.

When I was 12 years old, I spat in Peninah’s face. Peninah was my desk mate back in primary school. The school had this culture of sitting the top performing students next to the poor performing students until the next end of term examination results were out. I had the privilege of being top of…

There Is Power In Letting People Be Themselves

We often choke the life out of people’s personalities. Mostly, in an attempt to make the  personalities of other emulate our own or suit what we prefer. This is stripping humanity of its ability to  pursue and achieve uniqueness and greatness. I am guilty of this injustice but not intentionally. Thing is, I’m the type…

Home! Sweet Home!

If it was written in our destiny that we’ll go East, whether we opt to go North or South, one day we’ll have to go East and that’s when our lives will truly begin.
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What It Means To Walk In Truth

To die alone can be done with ease. But to live together requires work. Work that cannot be done alone. I need you. You need me. We need truth. Amen?
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Drug Dealer Date

Online dating; where dating etiquette died.
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Fine Life Lessons from Turkey

Going away from home is something that elevates some and re-creates others. But no one can tell the story better than you can. Travel. Make your story. And if you already have one, share!
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Pen or Gun?

“I then took a knife ready to chop her into a million pieces but someone hit me from the back. I woke up in hospital,” he said and hurdled himself with his knees to his chest and arms all around them for support. He wept.

Dumping Material, are you?

Reminds me of when my fish swallowed a pebble and had its mouth stuck open for days. Nobody likes to be in love and suspect that their soul mate is anything different from a mammal.