Poetry: I live in Silence.
I live in Silence. A space so vast that even winds tire to tred, a consciousness so deep that light fears to explore, where my scream is swallowed in the buzz of a crowd of the ever present, ever absent, jostling, hustling, pushing for elusive bread with the pain of exertion – blood, sweat, tears …
in Me
Stalker alert! Be careful when you give your phone number at the till.
Yesterday, at Naivas Supermarket I figured out how easy it is for bad people to get a hold of personal details. Its scary. I actually practically picked someone’s identity and got to know a hell of a lot about them – all within 10 minutes! Let me tell you how… I was standing next to …
Can youth speak for themselves?
Are youth capable of leading Africa out of trouble? I recently heard President Olusegun Obasanjo, formerly of Nigeria speak of a letter that he received from a 27 year old young lady (given his advanced age, he called her a girl, and to him she must be), wherein she wrote of her concerns as a …