‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears.
‘Your mother doesn’t like me.’
The words hung awkwardly in the air. I desperately needed him to deny it, for him to assuage my fears.
Episode 1 Yoofi groaned inwardly when the siren went off. That was the one thing he hated about Capital High- that loud intrusive siren that dictated when to eat or sleep. He was a nocturnal person and could stay awake until 3am. Just when he was settling into the cozy arms of sleep around 4:45,Continue reading “Capital High Ep01: They are coming”
They say time flies when you are having fun! That probably explains why one year feels like three months! We are one year old!! Wow! God has been amazing!! As a storyteller, it is only fair that I tell you the story of how it all began.. A year ago, I was at home, unemployed,Continue reading “Chronicling the journey”
Inspired by a song I accidentally heard today.. Hey I almost called today To say I was sorry But I didn’t have the nerve to, Or maybe it was pride. I can’t tell the difference these days. I know I should have called earlier, But there were too many barriers- Your mother, our many differences,Continue reading “I almost called..”
Yes, for the first time, we have a Part 3; and it comes just two weeks before the blog turns 1! I don’t like stretching a story so I can confidently tell you that this is the last part of the story. I have never had a story move people as strongly as The Help and The HelpContinue reading “The Help III”
Hi there! This is where we left off, in the dimly-lit living room of the Tachie-Mensons. The story continues… ‘W-what did you just say? You have got to be the most selfish person on this planet right now! We have 3 children and you are just going to walk away because it is too difficult toContinue reading “The Help II”
Inspired by an Instagram quote. I don’t think I want to imagine a time when I won’t be in love with you, or you with me. I will love you until I have become a part of you, and you of me, Until it is impossible to draw a line to show where you endContinue reading “Indelible”
Frank sat in the dark, lost in thought. He absentmindedly ran his fingers along the rim of the glass of cranberry juice he was holding in his right hand. Cranberry juice was his new favourite thing, in Vanessa’s opinion. She and her brothers had already gone to bed, and he was grateful for that. HeContinue reading “The Help”