So this is how it went down, this is how I look at it;
I am in my world, chilling all by myself, I got my laptop, I play pretend till I actually become a blogger simply because I am an amateur writer. If I am not writing blogs I never get to post, I am scribbling notes and pretending to be a professional photographer or I am watching movies. I have all the potato and cassava crips my change can buy. I have my wine by my bedside if not coffee, mug after mug. This is an idea what my life on a loner is like. I daydream a lot. My inner child just won’t allow me to grow up.
My friends drop by all with all sorts of stories. The sad ones, the Continue reading “Shelled-In”
“The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on.
It is never of any use to oneself”
(1854-1900, Irish playwright, poet and writer)
You are not what happened to you in the past. Continue reading “Finding Strength After all”
I know a girl….
A little African girl.
She is beautiful.
Brought up in a loving home with a caring dad, a devoted beautiful mum, brothers that would do anything to protect her and a sister she does not see much but so in touch with. She has the most loyal gal friends by her side.
That kind of girl that brings out the ‘awwwww’ factor.
This is her story…. Continue reading “What’s love if not….”