Happiness
We the peasants
Trolled on paths ancient
The prints of the wind ran
Could our elder could comprehend
The plans of the Most Ancient of ancients?
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Hope
The Obituary of Hope
Monrovia is covered in black, Men moving, women moving—— Children are fed up—— they join the troop too. Boots uprooting everything on the way. Women wearing jeans, with drawings and bravery on their faces. They hold placards in their… Continue Reading
Before Hitting My Stride
Today feels a bit tranquil, a bit surreal; my spirit remains heightened, and emotions serene and unruffled. What was once a card up my sleeve has manifested itself as a golden opportunity which I can pursue to hit my stride.… Continue Reading
