Style de Vie

- [ ] Looking at the past 19 years that I’ve been here on earth, I can say nothing but thank you to God and my lovely parents for the life they gave me… I couldn’t ask for anything better - [ ] Looking at the past 18 years, I’m grateful for the sort of education I was given. It molded me to who I am and who I’m growing to become - [ ] And 17 years ago till now? It’s been a really nice one for me. Having to be a child everyone wanted the best from… school, family church e.t.c. I couldn’t ask for a better immediate environment - [ ] 16 years ago happens to be a year I have no memory about but I doubt it was a year lesser than the rest - [ ] 15 years ago was when my writing journey started, unknown to me. It was the first time I wrote anything meaningful with my pencil (It was my full name) - [ ] And if I’m to look back at 14 years ago, I was giving meaning to life already. Wanting to grow to become a barrister, “standard living” had to be my best song as at the time (the desire for a com...

  “Once they stood with broken hearts, ‘women of war, of sickness, of scars, women who stayed when the night turned cold,  who bore their cross with a quiet brave soul. They were the single mothers made by fate, not by haste, nor by self-fed hate.   But now… omo, how the world has evolved, where love is rushed, and marriages are crushed.  Where wombs are bargained to trap a man, and marriage vows are made with a lustful mind. You rush in and rush out and call it, ‘lonely pride’, yet hide the tears they cry inside.   So many now wear motherhood not as a badge of trials withstood , but as a shield from their own past, a tale rewritten much too fast.  They flee from patience, from growing pain, from mending hearts through storms and rain.   Some flirted with men who meant no vow, yet bore their child, and wonder how the world should cheer and lift their name,  while shirking guilt and shifting blame.  “Independent, strong woman” they loudly cry,...