Poems, short stories, quotes and inspirational talks all in simple terms you can relate
Must we always bleed every time we say Enough? Must the earth soak the blood of the innocent every time we stand for our right? What was our crime ? We came in peace We sat in peace We raised our flags We sang our hearts Words of freedom the anthem that bound us in Continue Reading
grow each day strengthen your wings fly as high as you want light the world with your touch while being JOJO Happy Birthday Son Jojo You are special and unique You bring a different flare to our home We love and bless you today and always Happy Birthday Son
I saw this hashtag today #ratherusthanourchildren and it really got me thinking. This is the voice of motherhood speaking. I know how painful miscarriage or stillbirth can be not to think of the loss of a full grown child. Which woman had sweet and easy labor pangs and wouldn’t bother or weep if the child Continue Reading
Isaiah43:2(WEB) When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned, and flame will not scorch you. Psalms 23:4(NLT) Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid, for you Continue Reading
my heart first saw before my hands held ©️ Stella C. Obokoh 2020 Faith is believing before eecieving
Let the river of joy flow Well up on my inside Flow freely ©️ Stella C. Obokoh
No! We say No we’ve bled enough streams of blood gushed on our ground the crushed cries our mothers weep our fathers groan which should be forgotten? the pain of incubation, or the process of nurturing or the promise of hope cut short – wasted at prime by the absurd trigger freaks or the tortures Continue Reading
Stilettos or trainers Lipstick or lipgloss Polish or hardener Pants or skirts Sleeves or capes Perfume or cologne Weaves or cuts Ivy or rose You are unique You are special You are exquisite. ©️Stella C. Obokoh 2020
sleep,wake, sleep – every day, I slumber and wake, walk the streets, live in fear of what could happen culled when it’s a chance not given an opportunity to try my fear of night terrors cleaning me out for dessert my fear of being stifled off my tender budding life fear of seeing my oppressor Continue Reading
Note to Muna, Kosi, Somto, Kevwe, I hope you get to read this soon enough I wouldn’t be speaking the gender woos and woes you are female and that is what it is I want you to know that you are special you are a part of a master plan owe no one apology for Continue Reading