For some people, especially those with vivid imaginations, it is difficult to express themselves conventionally. There’s simply too much to say, too many ways in which to describe a single item, too many colors, too many sounds. For those people, there is poetry. | Born, raised and living in Africa. | Art lover (In all it's forms) | Hopeless romantic. | Believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
Ndapewoshali is an accountant and Namibian labour law specialist by profession, a self-taught graphic designer and avid community activist. She uses writing to tackle (sometimes uncomfortable) social issues with the hope of transforming the Namibian and the global community’s mindset on the current status quo. Ndapewoshali believes that love, as a verb (through kindness, patience, common understanding and tolerance), consistent education and reform, are the answers for all social, economic and political ills. She is also a strong advocate for mental health awareness and the importance of creating a safe environment in which mental health is prioritized and mental illness is destigmatized. Ndapewoshali is an art-loving (in all its forms), hopeless romantic who believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
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The things that I pray for
Do not age, stale or rot.
They are not even physical.
They are divine gifts to me.
The things that I pray for
Are not filled with dubious pretenses,
But they are overlooked, ignored
And despised by most.
The things that I pray for
Cannot be bought with money.
They are fruits of the spirit,
Precious to the pure of heart.
They things that I pray for are heartfelt.
Things like a dance with my mother,
A kiss from a grandchild, a hike with my father
And a journey to the countryside.
The Things That I Pray For II
The things that I pray for
Do not age, stale or rot.
They are not even physical.
They are divine gifts to me.
The things that I pray for
Are not filled with dubious pretenses,
But they are overlooked, ignored
And despised by most.
The things that I pray for
Cannot be bought with money.
They are fruits of the spirit,
Precious to the pure of heart.
They things that I pray for are heartfelt.
Things like a dance with my mother,
A kiss from a grandchild, a hike with my father
And a journey to the countryside.
The things that I pray for… are not things.
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