This morning I had a dream, A dream I consider good 'Cause it's about a future known by few. A future where colour doesn't matter, Where we'd all live as brothers & sisters Descended from the same father & of one lineage. A future where love is at home as well as revelry. A future of togetherness, Tribe & ethnicity regardless. A future of great peace. Yes, that was the dream.

   Hey guys, so sorry for not posting in a long while, was trying to sort things out within myself and as regards this blog. So, I thought of a few changes to make to improve my blogging experience here and here's what I came up with: 1. This blog would be more literature based than any other thing.   Would include various personal write-ups (poetry and prose)  as well as reviews of books that I read, possibly interviews with some literature affiliates. 2. I would also involve a little bit extra of myself. Maybe include reviews of places I've been to, and some personal lists as well as recipes. I really hope this turn of events would make my blogging experience better not to forget your reading pleasure too. Thanks so much for hanging in there all this time. Hugs.

If we shed tears every time we got sad or happy And they all ended in one place, it would make a sea, A sea saltier than the Dead Sea A sea of sad-happy memories One that if drank of would be bitter-sweet in our bellies It would be a sea unending A sea that if swum in, would pull people into the memories and experiences held by it. The sea would overflow its bank if every one of us shed only drop Just a teardrop -Regardless the one’s shed in our hearts.

Hey guys,  it has been ages since I posted, had some minor issues.  However, I am back with more of my write-ups. The pen is my tool and words my medium Just like a painter with his brush and oil paint. I take the words that best describe the idea I have, Words that will bring images to the mind of the reader These words may make ambiguous or simple statements, It all depends on the thoughts I want to convey. The pen is my tool and pages my canvas On which the words paint the most expressive pictures, Pictures that give way to a world of imagination. The words may be short but they are enough to express myself’ The words may be long; they are long enough to carry the message. Who am i?? I’m not Picasso or Michelangelo, I am me. A wordsmith.

What happened at the agency? When they got to the agency, Mr. George asked Mrs. Park the necessary questions which were properly documented to help the agency work on her case.  They were asked to leave a contact number with which they could get across to them if the agency had any information for them. The agency set out to work and after a month they were able to contact one of Mrs. Park’s relations so they asked for the old woman to come to their office to meet the person. Who was this member of her family? The gentleman that showed up at the agency on the appointed date turned out to be Mrs. Park’s son, he owned a conglomerate in the capital city. With the reunion, Mr. Park took his mother to come live with his family members. While in her son’s house, she was able to reunite with other surviving members of her family. So what happened to Mark? Having been able to solve Mrs. Park‘s issue, Mark decided to go to college as he has always desired. While in the colleg...

Hello my people, my sincerest apologies for not continuing this story since. Well, this is the next part of the story hope you do enjoy it. have a blissful month   Having tried to reunite with her family members and loved ones but no luck, she decided to move on with her life in her new environment. She took up different menial jobs due to the effect of the natural disaster. The last job she took was that of a nanny and help hand to a rich family (Bills) and that is how she came to her present house. While working in this house, she looked after the family and the house as if they were her personal property. Her attitude endeared her to her employers who equally reciprocated her gesture. As time went on, the family employed younger girls to work for them while Mrs. Park was made the supervisor of the other workers in the house. Mr. Bill grew old and frail and he passed on at a very old age, as the tradition in that part of the world, the will of Mr. Bill was read in the prese...

    It has been quite a while since I posted- had some things doing- during my “away time”, I stumbled upon a book by James Patterson titled ‘JACK AND JILL’-it is more of a classic published in 1996- set majorly in a black American community and Washington D.C . It is what I can actually call a good read (least I forget it is a part of the Alex Cross series in case you have seen something about that before) with a plot that I found fascinating to follow. This book majorly involves investigation of murder and homicide cases by the main character- Alex Cross- and his longtime friend -Detective Sampson a.k.a Man Mountain- alongside some other detectives. In this book, there were two major killers, one who killed young children in Alex’s neighbourhood and another (a duo) that killed various important personalities leaving short poems for the investigators to feed their minds on. Skilled investigators began to reason that the main target was the fictitious president of the...