I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
She is the smart reader-writer with the most radiant smile.
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated performances predetermined to embarrass one, children have always been the object of adults’ amusement, and I was no exception.
I’m not judging you.
Dear Single Christian Girl
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.
Picture this: You’re seated in front of a computer, excited to write something. You open the app that you use to write, MS Word, Google Docs, Notes. You crack your knuckles and delicately place your hands in readiness to type out the next Great Novel, or the award winning story. And then…. Nothing.
A couple of weeks back, a beautiful person approached me and told me that she enjoyed my writing and my blog. I was so amazed by the words she spoke, words that encouraged and inspired me. So this blog post is for Loretta; thank you awesome human.
Author: Rosalind Russell Genre: Creative Non-Fiction Book Blurb: Veronica is a teenager when civil war erupts in South Sudan. Lonely and friendless after the death of her father, she finds solace in her first boyfriend, and together they flee across the city when the fighting breaks out. On the same night, Daniel, the son of a colonel, also makes his escape, but finds himself stranded by the River Nile, alone and vulnerable. Lilian is a young mother, who runs for her life holding the hand of her little boy Harmony – until a bomb attack wrenches them apart, forcing her …