As we grapple with our new reality with the dawn of the social media and mobile money taxes, I am reminded of a past time when things were…less hard. I wrote this during that time. Enjoy this throw back post.
Wasn’t Rose in that Titanic movie actually selfish? There was enough space on that floating wood for her and Jack and a couple of other random people as well. I guess Hollywood wanted to pull on our heart strings by having Jack die a death that could have been prevented. WHY DIDN’T HE GET ON THE DAMN WOOD!?
Kale let me start by saying how much I love this book. I’ve read it may be three times now? Before I finally got off my butt to write this review.
It’s never easy to lay yourself bare for the public to judge and one who does so is very brave.
I know one such person. A brave, beautiful soul called Angel Elga Achwanyo. And this is her ministry. And I thank her and applaud her for sharing her story with the world. I hope and pray that Angel Elga’s story may help change the life of someone out there in a similar situation.
I don’t come from much
I feel like for this book, all I should write is; this book is epic, buy it and read it, it’s a wonderful time to be African. Unfortunately, that’s not how reviews work. So here goes nothing.
It’s happening again
I stood by the window
Watching two petals fly
They danced to the beat of the wind
Twisting and twirling
Carefree and beautiful
A dance as old as time
Your mug is a thing of beauty.
Repurposed to showcase pretty
It’s not as it was
And from this we learn
Make you even more…..exquisite