There are many things history has not told us about April,
& I guess it is hidden somewhere between the fingers of history.
Events that birthed crowns of thorns on Mother Liberia,
Fourteen years, she bled, refusing to touch Jesus’ garment. Continue Reading
My skin clothed itself in goosebumps,
to extinguish this burning fear
Leading my body through the realm
of insecurity Continue Reading
Studies show that children who are abused (or “physically disciplined”) at home are more likely to experience other forms of violence (including sexual violence); it also teaches children that violence is the best method to use in solving problems which thereby creates to a volatile society of emotionally unstable people. Continue Reading
With sobbing eyes,
We watched a golden heart stop beating,
hard working hands stopped moving,
strong legs stopped shaking
and a powerful mind at the end of a life cycle. Continue Reading
Please, I need some answers!
Maybe, just a clue
Is it because my skin is pale?
But I’m still human!
It’s the same oxygen we all inhale. Continue Reading
Due to a poor data management system, forgetting a hospital card can sometimes be an economic burden for some patients who would have to purchase a new hospital card that typically costs between $2 USD – $5 USD; mind you, Liberia is one of the poorest countries in the world where data shows that the average citizen lives on less than a dollar per day. It also results in a delay in treatment time for a patient, a delay that can be fatal and lead to death at times. Continue Reading
In her eyes, I see winging butterflies being chased by blue jays
And tigers happily racing with antelopes
As the branches of her eyelashes stand tall above Continue Reading
We were shocked at the break of dawn,
Knowing that early in the morning
You, a giant, plummeted to the ground.
And there was nothing you could do
To defy that dreadful foe Continue Reading
We don’t have everything
so the little we have we maintain
in the midst of difficulties,
we muster up the courage
knowing and believing that one day we will make it. Continue Reading
As he shouted in anguish and determination, Fayiah’s face became covered in blood. He fought and succeeded in removing the beast from above him, but his wounds had left him very weakened. The sand took on the color of Fayiah’s blood. The beast attempted to push Fayiah back to the ground in a quick motion, but instead hit his ribs. Fayiah’s cry was cut short by the sound of bones snapping; he had already lost his voice. Continue Reading
