by this time tommorrow

Beauty stroked in clouds, sparkling sunrays streaming in the fifty shades of grey. Stumbling across a hurricane storm of fresh air, the daily stranger to air vents clapping and clumping reality in fallacies. Rock bottom swimming in the tales of a dirty old man attempting to fly across an idle mind, like a milky mellow idleness is medication which prescribes relaxation, yet war has its own implications as it selects who to leave behind. Life is the never ending circumference only recycling its users. Motivation a morning alarm strung across nightmare scraps in tornado rushing barricaded by skin glows as the moon in stars. A. B whispers that an apology is a foundation for future offence, its more like packing packages of pain, stock piling for future depression more like knitting stiches of thy own nightmare. Rising suns is the new ink gifted to humanity to dip themselves in to the shades of time coloring the sky in to a mountain down the valley of shooting stars. At the doorstep footst...

Yesterday’s knowledge has taught us that males are problem solvers and are the most hardworking. In the ancient days man’s honour was seen in their dominance over women. Men believed that sympathy and emotions was feminine and was reserved for women. In times of stress, drugs and aggressive behaviours was the only way to go. Waking up to a new meaning to the sun. A new name which comes with its own delights and celebrations. March, the Women History Month. The month of march has never sparked any emotion until l realised the absence of my little sister who has grown to be a woman, who has paved her way in the stars and came back with 2 two beautiful angels Thando and Leah. Sitting alone l remembered that everything l am is because of her, the rebukes, laughs and fights contributed to the reasons l still believe. Seeing her grow up l always thought she was living life in a silver spoon. However losing our mother in 2005 meant that she had to take the motherly role which she was too you...