
The hug called grace
In James Kengeni’s church group of nine, silence stamped the room when he shared that as a seven year old, he had killed his baby
In James Kengeni’s church group of nine, silence stamped the room when he shared that as a seven year old, he had killed his baby
Today “So, then, what are you?” “Because you don’t agree when I say that you are beautiful, intelligent kind and…” “Tough,” I chipped in. “Hahaha,”
Baby, my hand is turning the sands, reading the thoughts of God on you. From Arabia to the Kalahari, Beyoncé to Buari His thoughts run
Background: This initially was not a poem, just an outflow of words that came at a point when I was consumed with understanding who I
I tell every girl I’ve been with that she’s the best I have ever had. Most times I don’t mean it, but sometimes I actually