Gunshots pierced the air, women and children scuttled like roaches across the city streets dodging bullets. An occasional scream of agony as flesh and bone was shattered by flying shrapnel and debris. A woman lay in the middle of the street, one leg was trapped underneath huge concrete debris, and her free leg was broken
The past three days were intense. What started off as a studio recording on Friday ended up being a long discussion about race, spirituality and African History. This conversation made me realise just how much information is out there, how much we all need to study to enlighten ourselves about who we really are as
I was craving some fiction after reading two non-fiction books in January and I finally got a book that I have fought to put down. The Woman Next Door by Yewande Omotoso shares the story of two octogenarian widows who can’t stand each other until an event compels them to change. These women have faced
Mwende sat in the sandpit staring at the wind as it blew the trees from side to side when the wind got strong, she would scoop some sand in her little bucket and toss it over her head enjoying the whip of the sand. It tickled her; she giggled ecstatically. The nanny, Susan, was seated
I woke up to darkness yesterday, the lights were off and I had no idea what was in store for the day. The grand plan was to do what I have been doing the last few weekends which has felt like self-inflicted punishment; work. But the good Lord had other plans, it was a day
Yesterday after a conversation with a friend, it really got me thinking. A lot of people need websites up, but most of the web developers aren’t necessarily storytellers. There is a demand to create quality content unique to each person and company’s website. But I realise now, lots of people and companies building their online