MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Christ was born for me
When I opened my eyes for the first time and felt you holding my hands
My childhood was filled with amazing memories that hovers over my mind each time I lay down to sleep
My life is incredible and perfect and I thank God for giving me such a mother and woman like you.
You taught me how to embrace the swift faces of life like paddling a canoe meticulously
Merry Christmas lovely mum
Christ was born for me
When unexpectedly you answered the call when my strength could no longer hold the handset
You have to good to me and my family and we are so grateful

ABOUT LAST NIGHT

My hands were tied in chains coiled around a pillar

My left eye was gushed out; dark thick red blood flowed like honey

My right, however, managed to cry real tears,

I was completely naked; the guard was titillated, went for an abandoned stool and sat right in front of me.

He stared directly into my eyes for some minutes….

He held my nipples and twisted them as though he were casting a dice.

And gradually grabbed my tits, as is he was receiving a Grammy.

IN A MINUTE

The phone rang and my heart beats increased

The once cheerful voice I loved to listened everyday stammered

The thoughts were crumbled, entangled and I shivered

The soulless shadow moved fast, bidding good bye, re echoing over and over to my troubled ears

The wind whirled when I peeped through the windows

Holding the handset, I gasped; fear and sorrow embraced me as if at the sight of a roaring lion

Sweat gradually dripping to my feet.

STORY OF A STRUGGLING WOMAN IN PICTURES

Fausia is a mother of 3 who struggles to make ends meet
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I LOVE YOU

The world always dreams of making life easy, fun and peaceful.
Despite all the grace and pleasures that life has given me, I look skeletal
I pray, fast and sleep in pool of tears, gasping in anticipation for your coming.
You appeared like the rainbow yet you came to stay with a heart as big as Mountain Everest
So caring, so loving, so meticulous of the little details I ignore in my endeavors

STEP UP

They turn, sigh and deliberately comment, “Why are you still living’’?

You belong to the monster’s fraternity, you are a disgrace.

They cast you adrift; keep you in the pin-hole camera.

Our decision is final, who cares what you think.

Don’t let their words and actions berate you.

Self pity, anger and hatred churn on your personality

You clench your teeth so hard to shatter them

Twiddling your thumb waiting for liberation

You wear your situation as corsage; they feed on your weakness.

Don’t let them wipe your existence

Just let it go, embrace yourself as tree planted near a river

Every situation is a test to empower you for the next step

Success is a mixture of preparation and luck

Never scratch the surface of life, delve into it

Make them bite their nails at your success as if you are running in an Olympics relay final

Live your life as an exemplary life worthy of emulation. 

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