#WinterABC24: Love’s Dance Across Shifting Borders

That first time the word slippedthrough my lips sweetly, soundlesslyin a foreign rhythm yet it echoedback a familiar feel of love, the kindI had yet to taste from our lands.It feels like silk against a sultry skinor honey dissolving on my tonguethis loaded word, babe. I found thisgem unexpectedly that it shattered mydark armor, cleared…

#WinterABC24: Who Is At That Heart of My Content Creation? AI or I?

The million dollar question: Is AI here to serve us or have us for dinner?For a creative who loves living under her rock and enjoys creating things from scratch I had to to lift my head from the sand and keep up with changing times. Nothing can kill creativity like obsolete systems and a closed…

#WinterABC24: Budding Bonds

Dear Rafiki, Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.Octavia E. Butler With a face marked with innocence…

#WinterABC24: In Momma’s Steps?

Poetry Prompt Day 29: Solid ground The start of #WinterABC24 “Momma how did you do it?” I murmurto the echo of her knitted brow sitting onher strong tea colored visage. “How did you knit parts of you into whole beingsbear them then clothed, fed, educated,loved us ferociously and supported usthrough thickest of your thighs and…

Mental Check

“Perhaps the butterfly is proof is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness yet become something beautiful.” Toby Mac I laughed and the sound that emanated from me was both shocking and yet delightful. After spending ages lost in darkness that seemed to have no end it was like a spark…

Write To Remember

Oh Glory! Every time I see the halfOf our yellow sunI remember these things called wordsAnd am blown away. Magical and enchanting:Worlds built upon wordsWords that mirror our worldLetting our thoughts Run amok on pages Infused with feelings, Inking worlds and sinking meanings. We could coin this wordplay But it's not only playFor to play…

The Storyteller

Are you going to tell her story?Whose going to tell her story,her history?Her story and not his story? If you'd looked at her outward appearance You wouldn't see the deep marks That if put together, like a jigsaw, form Africa in its glory. You wouldn't even see deeper to the scars She bore to free…

The Cookout

With the outburst of laughter full of hope, promise and love, Mild music as the soundtrack, -and the icing on the cake-The simple taste of culture I'm swallowingI can't help but be taken back to the cookout. And I could swear I could almost taste it...I could almost taste the joyous sounds emanating from children…

Home

“Sitting just a stone throw awayFrom the flames so hot they try to lick me And where the tongue of the flame kisses lightly, the breeze coolsWith the choir of the night as soundtrackAnd a cup of tea perfect to a tee Warming what the flames can't I remember that placeA place called home:Is home…

Sparked To Flame

“Once upon a timeThere was a girl... No, that does seem right. Things might go left After the third stanza. So back to the drawing board, we write. More than once during this timeA gentle soul shadowed by a mighty breezeWith an elixir of words dares to paint worldsFilled with emotionsFeel-ed with motions. Dares to…