If you love to write but dislikes promoting, then Independent Author Network (IAN) is your solution. Promotion of books divert me from writing. Hence I regard this activity with aversion. Additionally, there are many sources seeking to benefit financially from self-published authors. Since its inception in December 2010, IAN has become an important resource for…
Dear mother, you are the reason for life. Dear mother-to-be, you are the reason for hope. Dear miscarriage mother, you are the reason for strength. Dear adoptive mother, you are the reason for acceptance. Dear childless mother, you are the reason for humility. Dear all mothers and non-mothers, you are the reason for love. ©…
In our daily life, sometimes it is the smell, taste or sound that makes one reminisce about home. As for me, the song “Yolele” by Congolese musician Papa Wemba brings back a lot of fond memories. Strolling by a local street and hear different shops compete volumes on the song, allowing a flirt because you…
With apologies to Maya Angelou, this is a parody of the poem ‘Still I Rise’. You may write me down in history,With your new love affair,You may shrug me off,But, still like love, I reappear. Do our memories upset you?Why are you plagued with denial?‘Cause I linger in your dreams,As if we are still together….
With apologies to Chris de Burgh, this is a parody of the song ‘Lady in Red’. I’ve never seen an apple so lovely as the one I ate,I’ve never seen an apple so sate,I’ve never seen so many kiwis wishing to be an apple,They’re looking for a little amusement, to play dapple,And I have never…
Having children shouldn’t be a necessity. The taunting towards a childless marriage is detrimental towards building a healthier society. Instead, we should cheer the women and men, who despite the ordeals they have to face for being childless; they are still together through thick and thin living a fulfilling life and probably occupying their minds…
The Tanzanian Pride They will ask who you are. Tell them this: your hidden beauty is the Southern Highlands your lips are violets from the Usambara meadows your tongue rhymes colours of hundred dialects your face laughs with purity of Kilimanjaro waters your hands weave a story of…