Let your life lightly dance on the edge of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf- Rabindranth Tagore. 'Look,'he said, pointing skywards, 'A shooting star.' Yara looked towards the direction he was pointing, turning slightly. 'Make a... Continue Reading →
'How are you, honey?', the nurse asked. 'I've got this wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach. My gut. My chest. Everywhere.' 'You're sick, Yar.' 'No. I'm dying.'
If you have two names, I'd call you by the one nobody ever does, so when I call you in ten years, you'd know its me. © Onuh-Yahaya,Z.
Dear God, give me the courage to always do what is right, not what is easy.