Days of many awaited days had come. It had not been easy. The journey that is. It was gruelling. It was tough, the beginnings was not easy. The first one
Author: Abiyo Omar
OF COURSEOF COURSE
it is not easy with hands as shield you move forward though the legs are weakened and tough by the sailing wind and storm bearing regardless you walk slowly though
STRUGGLE OF MAY MAYSTRUGGLE OF MAY MAY
The wind blows to a tune. One of beeps fuelling energy. One of drive and momentum to a future filled with joy. Let it not be the other way round,
AS YOU SO THINKAS YOU SO THINK
Laziness has surged in. No more is it the same. Something has changed. The energy done when doing things is there but little. Sometimes you think is it paying off,
SOMETIMESSOMETIMES
you have to give it a try to see how it looks to face it still becomes the reason like a lion heart you say why not head on Photo
PHILOSOPHER’S STONEPHILOSOPHER’S STONE
Taptap of feet with water. The splash following. The noise that ensured. The pushing of each other. The distance was long, far away but they were nearing the surface where
IT RIDESIT RIDES
aiyayey it fuels like dripsy making you tipsy it makes you a sly always finding a way to make the other happy this is what makes it weighty loving that
MISSINGMISSING
Days gone by, but that picture still reminds. It still is an image straight into the head. Like a train it moves, chuchuchu. What days they were. Such times were
DESPITEDESPITE
the showering the droplets falling down little by little the believe is there all will go well bright it will be like journeying on a plantation full of mangoes Photo
TO BEARTO BEAR
Ouch! Thinking of it pains a lot. Not doing it also hurts, it has repercussions, the future will not be bright, it would be dull. A picture of a beggar