Julia. That was her name; a name smooth to the tongue. The name she gave me when I first moved next door. Not mama Boyie, as the other neighbours called her, ju...
Wounded. Hurt. Disappointed
You came into my life
One look at you and I knew
You needed me
I needed you maybe
I am not sure yet
I looked at you from acros...
I look at you look at me
Something moves in me
I can tell you want to say something
Then you hesitate
We both get lost in our thoughts
Me in the past; you ...
I stand afar and watch you
So peaceful as you go about your garden
Plucking a few weeds here, checking on the crops
So green lush they commune with you
Your...
A Sociologist by training,a community activist by choice and a bookaholic by nature, I read pretty much everything except Ludlum's "Road to Omaha" which I did not finish. I use words and pictures to tell stories that I hope will impact society positively. Give me BBC radio and a book any day and I am good to go!