Forever Young
When the young sparks fear in people, it’s not because of what they are, but rather what they might become.
When the young sparks fear in people, it’s not because of what they are, but rather what they might become.
It’s wrong what they say about war. War brings death, desolation and untold suffering. But sometimes war beget flowers too. Beautiful flowers. Flowers of...
I will want my daughter to grow up into a young poised woman. Ready to face the huddle of life with a measure of humility and determination only a woman can summon.
Do you ever miss me? Do you sometimes jerk awake in the middle of the night, the feeling of hollowness, emptiness hovering over you like a messenger of doom.
Y’all know Solomon. No. Not the Solomon Soloo your mutura guy. We all know him. His mutura is pristine. But you don’t think we...
I remember the soft supple fruits of your chest, So erect before the smiling moon. They stood so sharp, like your father’s spear, Inviting me to touch, and to fondle.
One missed call is just as effective as twenty. This is one minute fundamental of life Larry is yet to comprehend. Because even after...
I do like the finer things in life. The scent of sweet fragnances, supple touch of a flower, warm tinge of the morning sun...
I just finished reading Ole Kulet’s Blossoms of the Savannah and may I mention from the onset that I am neither a literary expert...
It doesn’t matter whether you’re married or not. People in the village want to hear of your conjugal prowess so feed them some.