Craft Your Words

Photo courtesy of  9gag My head lies at the corner of my square shaped bed. My eyes peering into the stillness of an empty roof.  Endless thoughts are settling with ease, I am gathering the ones i want to keep.  An image glares past my eyeballs and there you are..... It's crystal clear I can almost count the tinted expressions on your face. A world of smileys are in-printed on your oval face. I particularly like the one-eye gun salute the way one eye shoots open while the other creases shut, a clear reflection of who you are.  A tickle of laughter stammers my expression of you.  I feel like we are in a different world now,  a different space in time, like Mars is holding me captive.   You are far away, beyond the misty mountains of Africa. I am tempted to flee paradise because everything my mind chants is good to be true.  I want to run away , run past the champs of the valley, cross the canopy of the highlands and land to the Egypt ...

This is for those who love to dream and to immerse yourself in change  Warning long post ahead 😎😎 Drum beats 🥁🥁 Africa! Africa! Can you hear me Africa! The sound of that name always puts a cheer on my face. A sound memory of the famous stand-up comedy by Jamie Foxx He cracks the audience up by sensationally describing Africa! He seemed dazzled by Africa's wildlife, scenery and the beautiful, cultured, sophisticated,  Women of this continent!  This however, isn't about the laughing voices, this  is a small piece i have written dedicating it to the people of Africa. Challenging our leaders and hoping for a better day when the beautiful sun rises.   I live in Africa, a huge country as the world sees it and yet we are so diverse and unique in so many ways.  This is a place where time is limitless, a horizon that is full of hopes and dreams. We compose the tic-toc of time, the never ending struggles of being available. The presence of humanity ...

Photo courtesy of  Advancedcognitivepsychology I found one of those ' Sacred   books '.  This book was special. The cover was not the 'usual' women's books. The kind that greets you with shiny sprinkled flowers and screaming pink petals. No, t he cover was a Man .   He stood there with his sassy smile, plain and simple, notably exhibiting signs that he was the author.  He dared me intuitively to open this condensed book, pages slightly below my usual huge feminine reams.  The opening statement was carefully crafted and i had a sudden cognitive urge to quickly flip through the book.... My oh my! the minute i got tagged onto the intro, I knew i was going to read this entire book!   Let's say it took me the whole day, to flip, gnaw, criticize, but yes i did it...read and got disturbed!  So this is dedicated to our girlfriends-sisters out there, who have been urging me to let this canon loose...! ...

Photo Courtesy of  Shortest Inbox He wrote me this letter before signing out... "Hey there, words escape me.. The look in your eyes,  the little words that just can't be said without the heavy beating of my  heart. The heart that misses you every time we part.  You have infected me with a trojan that can never be scanned"  I wept..........💘

Photo courtesy of Audio tool Quick, its  Urgent! I am injected with this new breed of life, Scrupulous flowing and denting my muscle of love. My heart is racing, driving my red globins through a rapid waterfall. It's a leap of faith, and my toes have no response. Perhaps, my vessels, the veins, my cocooned artery, felt the triggered power of two hearts yours and mine.