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Motherhood 101
What Makes a Dad?
Better Days
Mind
My mind…works like a cave Dark, mildew with ancient treasures marked across the Musky slippery floors. The rumble in my head almost as hollow As the wind that passes through the Tunnels, unmarked by men. Sometimes the wind could chatter and echo through And the voices could grow louder. As darkness engulfs Little creatures scamper away They’ve made a home in there... My mind With statues of a past life With stories left behind as memories With decay, and stones crumpling from age. My mind As the words to this Slowly diminish to a silent buzz As I live through the day.
Education for persons with disabilities
I stand tall to raise my voice as a #LetMeLearn campaign supporter, focusing on children and youth with disabilities. This group deserves unrivaled access to opportunities in the educational arena, where learning takes the centre stage. The right to education is a fundamental right as enshrined in key doctrines within my country, like the Constitution, the Persons with Disabilities Act and the United Nations Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities (UNCRPD). The provisions set in these statutes grant these learners the authority to advance their education to the levels they fully...
In - finite
She sat at her desk, an image A man seated, black and white Youth pouring out of the portrait And across his face, a photo Of a man on a boat rowing away Mortality displayed in immortality And she faced the sad truth that is life As she looked at his arms His veins seemed to carry with them life And he was as it is breathing in that image I am, I am .. those words seemed at that moment To resonate, to exist as if written in that image I can be created, I can be transformed, i can be transferred I am energy, always existing As I would in an image … days, months, years What about God, The...
Weep Child
Weep child Weep for green you'll cease to see Weep for white turning blue Weep for blue turning black Weep, now the sky is red Thank you, Asha Though joey cannot find her mother Mim cannot go back now It's too hot in there It's not home anymore We may loose new titi He has nowhere to go It's hot And I don't know him yet Turtles for the sea We feed them a lot Now they cannot swim Hold the sun Don't let it sink Weep child For your own baby's place Growing are mountains of despair Angry rivers flowing despite Oceans having had enough Too much to hold in Now they are splashing hard Lashing out at...