El Ssebo
Your kisses feel like home, tinged with warmth and hope, transporting me into the ethereal and I lose myself in you, in that feeling of being wrapped in the warmest of embraces.
Your kisses feel like home, tinged with warmth and hope, transporting me into the ethereal and I lose myself in you, in that feeling of being wrapped in the warmest of embraces.
Unsure at what point the mantle of choice settled onto my head and heart. I suddenly silently understood that it was all on me to choose and nobody else could choose a path a direction, a love, a journey, a feeling for me. I choose.
Tomorrow everything might change… It’s supposed to be a re-scan, Or something like that. Throwing some soundwaves at it to make sure what they think they saw should be something I need to know for sure they saw. so I can know what to do next… I complete another turn around the sun the day […]
In the velvety dark, words come rumbling out from within a space long forgotten, more, perhaps, ignored than recalled. They tumble out, seeking to unmask from beyond the fear of never-achieving, the mountain of self-doubt, the handcuffs of anxiety and paralyzed freeze reaction. Fingers move rapidly, caressing the keyboard, clacking in the darkness, the echo […]
Who knew time would be the great decider? Stuck between options for dating, if friends are true, if your hard work will lead to anything positive? Time will tell. They call it Grandfather Time but I like to think of it as that sweetheart of an auntie, that rich auntie with nothing but time on […]
Kusema na kutenda Guiding principles for 2024. But pushing it even further – don’t just talk about it, be about it. It’s easy to speak on different things, serious topics or casual issues but the real work involves following up and doing what you said you would do. I read somewhere or social media’d somewhere […]
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Love, Loss, and Life's Adventures
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