“Do you trust me?” he asked, half expecting that this was a rhetorical question and half holding his breath as he really didn’t know what answer to expect. This is one of those questions I answered so easily. Come to think
You have one body… All your life! You have one body… All your Life! I cannot say this enough!! You have one body…Just one. Your entire life! You are the one you are stuck with, your entire life!! For the
I have been going through a rough patch. Not a patch really, patches are small. A really hard time. It’s the human experience really. Every once in a while, just for control, you have to hit rock bottom. When nothing
This feeling makes me feel bold Makes me feel special, like two teaspoons of gold Makes me feel wanted, like a jewel a-hold Makes me feel yearned for, in its slavery I’d gladly be sold This feeling makes me want
When a pianist loses his keys, A designer, her sketch pencils, An addict, his fix Or an add alcoholic his brew. When music looses tune, Or a carpenter his wood. When coal turns white, And the Dead Sea comes alive.
We all have experienced different things in our lives. These experiences, good or bad shape our reactions, behaviours and interactions with those around us. My reaction to this yellow ribbon story is just one of those experiences. Sweets (my mummy)
The unburnt is the identity of my Law class at Riara Law School. We are comprised of loud, opinionated, diverse, sassy human beings who’s age varies from approaching 30 to barely-in-my-20s. The Chronicles of the Unburnt are random stories on
Ola, We have already established that I am an erratic writer. One who needs to step up and stop being so afraid of sharing myself with the world. I am sorry. I truly am. I shall endeavour to change. It’s