Skip to main content

Featured

She Longs To Be Free

She paints a life in soft-spun gold,   A dream where love won’t lose its hold.   She speaks of mornings, hand in hand,   Of simple joys, a life well-planned.   She whispers of a quiet home,   Of love that never needs to roam.   She swears that all she wants is me,   But I can see—she longs to be free.   Her eyes drift past the life she draws,   A longing laced between her pause.   She craves the world beyond our door,   Yet tells herself she wants no more.   No walls can hold a restless heart,   No love can make her torn soul part.   She wants this life—she swears it's true,   But deep inside, she’s passing through.
Post a Comment
Read more

Mwangovya

Mwangovya, a name that rings like thunder,
A man of wisdom, a heart that's a wonder.
With eyes that have seen both sunshine and rain,
He speaks a truth, etching it clear like a plane.

"Never underestimate," his voice would boom,
"The strength you hold, dispelling the gloom."
Though burdens may bend, and challenges tower,
A fire resides, with unwavering power.

Like the baobab, that giants the savanna,
Roots deep and strong, weathering the banana.
So too your spirit, a resilience untold,
Weathers the storms, braver than any of old.

Doubt may whisper, like wind in the trees,
But Mwangovya reminds you, find the inner breeze.
The one that lifts you, pushes you higher,
Unearthing the power, setting your soul on fire.

So stand tall, my friend, with head held up high,
Believe in yourself, reach for the sky.
For Mwangovya's words, a truth evergreen,
"Never underestimate how strong you have been."

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular Posts