People come together Connected by blood and water With an abundance of love Love Ever fickle, ever strong Creating bonds like no other Love of others, love of self, love of the Divine All inextricably linked Family does not end in blood
Family – Une
Unconfident
Confidence escapes me every time for I am as Insecure as a church mouse If you asked me to look in the mirror What do I see? Nine circles of hell like Dante’s Inferno Reflected in my dead eyes Abandoned all hope, you loser As rejection runs on a loop in my mind What could... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Four
The Hug The baking tray was filled and placed in the oven. For a unique kick, crushed smarties were added to the mix. Deciding to take the plunge and ask the question that had been on my mind since we met seemed terrifying. How to slip it casually into conversation had to be handled deftly. ... Continue Reading →
Hope
Hope springs eternal, they say Hope has always been a fickle thing A ghost Disappearing into space Words have meaning There is power in the tongue How did I not realise that? How did I not see that my actions have consequences? How did I not see that love and hate and obligation are not... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Three
The Baking Competition The six a.m wakeup call was definitely not amusing. The only thing that perked me up were the facial expressions of my 2 fave nurses, Eki and Beatrice. Their pleasant grins were like a soothing salve. Chuckling at their identical "call, don't fall" badges, that's pretty much where the similarities ended. Eki... Continue Reading →
Light
Overwhelming, comforting, amazing Mummy, Auntie Alero, Mama is a light to this world She encapsulates the darkness She gets rid of the demons With her words and presence, she separates the holy from the unholy The light pulls me in every day, bringing a peace, a serenity like no other As I learn about the... Continue Reading →
A First Encounter: Part Two
Deciding to push my luck, I rolled back to the nurses’ station, and before I knew it, Shay and I had a plan to head to the nearest supermarket to get ingredients for drum roll please… vanilla cupcakes or chocolate brownies; whichever was feasible. He quickly signed us up officially on the board as baking... Continue Reading →
Victoria and Albert
“Mama! Mama! Could you please turn on the fan in my room? Just getting some cold Evian from the fridge. Please and thank you.” E.J bellowed, whilst wiping the droplets of sweat from her forehead. She parked her Whill C2 electric wheelchair in front of the ice box and grabbed the bottle of water from... Continue Reading →
The Wheatbaker
"I think a lap is an illusion," Ejurewa said, with gusto. "What?!" Kevwe replied, with a bizzaro look of confusion etched upon her face. "Explain." "Think about it. When you're seated, it's there and when you're standing, it's nowhere to be found. So...it never was," Ejurewa explained in a matter-of-fact tone. "Where the hell do... Continue Reading →
Wheelchair Girl 