Tears trace broken lines across a face weathered by a mother’s journey
Joy and Sorrow:Haiku — Poet’s Corner
13 Tuesday Dec 2016
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Intent — Eyes + Words
08 Thursday Dec 2016
Written by Jacob Ibrag She reminisced on how her sister used to listen with intent, and how she always reacted to her stories with compassion. ‘Why couldn’t have I reciprocated? Why couldn’t I have listened to her voice when she needed it?’ Photographer Unknown
Random — Eyes + Words
25 Friday Nov 2016
An autumn walk — Mindful living
20 Sunday Nov 2016
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Walk slowly, by Danna Faulds It only takes a reminder to breathe, a moment to be still and just like that, something in me settles, softens, makes space for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race; that we will all […]
Alright — Eyes + Words
14 Monday Nov 2016
And Development Is?
11 Friday Nov 2016
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Africa, African, Conflict, Corruption, culture, eBook, Home, Life, People, poem, Poems, Poetry, Politics, The poet in the poem, Yas Niger
There aren’t pinpoint developed or under-developed nations. The difference in development levels of nations are classed according to proximity to the best examples of the two extremes of the stages of development. Thus the term developing is firstly relative to both extremes. The seemingly endless process of developing is still quiet evident at both extremes. This fact is open dispute and debate.
Stagnation in under-developed nations isn’t permanent either, but the term aptly describes the state it appears to be in presently, just as being termed developed doesn’t describe the former. Development isn’t an infrastructural state, principally. Development is mainly attitudinal; a state of a culture and not the process it had under gone to get where it is. Development isn’t a stage a nation is but the state of the circumstances that surround the entirety of the national entity currently, not where it is at. Development isn’t a stage but a process, it isn’t ever finished but dynamic.
Here is a poem by Portia Nelson that might help us see that if we ever want this misconception of what development really is to end, we must do things differently not merely shutting little people up when they crave for true development.
There’s A Hole In My Sidewalk
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost….I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the side walk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in….it’s a habit…but my eyes are open.
I know where I am. It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down a different street.
BE YOURSELF by Georgie Sicking, 1921-2016 — CowboyPoetry.com
07 Monday Nov 2016
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BE YOURSELF by Georgie Sicking, 1921-2016 When I was young and foolish, The women said to me, “Take off those spurs and comb your hair If a lady you will be. “Forget about those cowboy ways come and sit a while, We will try to clue you in On women’s ways and wiles. “Take off […]
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Strange Fruit — Dxrrl
03 Thursday Nov 2016
A fruit was hanging from a tree I tried to reach it But it was too high up for me The more unreachable it was The more I wanted it It was probably the same fruit Eve ate The one that made her naked and vulnerable What a strange fruit it is That I would […]
A Butterfly In The Wind — THE SKY’S THE LIMIT
25 Tuesday Oct 2016
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I want to be a butterfly, so beautiful and free To fly above the humans as they admire me Admiring eyes, and wondrous smiles survey my majesty Do they ever realize how the beauty came to be The metamorphosis from a tree, twelve legs and clinging tight Beginning with a crusty shell, no loveliness […]
THE REASON MOST MEN MARRY
11 Tuesday Oct 2016
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Most grown men were previously of the opinion that they should always have the major say in their romantic relationships. They realized too late that they had succumbed to female charms unconsciously. Like most people they discovered they aren’t built outwardly as they are inwardly. They lead themselves on with the false hope that they could blunt the sharpness that heralds the things they covet the most, like most women so pitifully do. Majority of men love the attributes of the women they end up with, not the women and that is their undoing.
Women aren’t on the same level playing field with men. A woman yields for the man to thrust himself into her life. When she momentarily refuses to yield and he persists forcibly, that is defined as rape. When she is coerced into giving in unwillingly, it hurts hers and she ensures it would practically displease him too in the long run. The woman wants favours and still wants equality, leaving her man with the vague decisions of what are actually his strengths, choices, rights and his initiated ideas. His admonitions and inclinations are shredded with all the belated unexpected outpouring that follows the subsequent sense of abandonment dimly registering in his complicated thoughts, when she gets her way as always.
Yet she will still hurl varied insults at his person, distorting and trampling facts. When the fragrance of the truth is confronted, it will always smell quite feminine. There are no legal statutes governing the woman’s natural strength sapping and ego violating antecedents, that always ends with a fuming fretted man.
Strenght of a Woman
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