Don’t stare into my eyes when you see me,
Don’t look for me in a crowd.
Don’t send your heart out to find mine,
Don’t try to make our spirits align.
Tag: Family
Scars
I like your scars because they tell me the stories you’re too afraid to…
A Whisper and a Storm
Love is a whisper and a storm wrapped in one person.
Sometimes I wonder…
I think about promises. The promises I made you, The promises you made me. I wonder… If I count the number of times, We used the words “forever” and “always”, Would they add up to the number of times, I picked up my phone to talk to you today But never dialed your number? Perhaps……
Rain… Allow it
On your tongue; Some names taste like the crisp air moments after a thunder shower. Some breaths feel like gentle caress of a slight breeze on a spring morning. Some voices sound like a harmony sung by birds at your window as your favourite flowers bloom. Some heartbeats sound like the soft patter of drizzle…
On Giving…
Always wholeheartedly, unconditionally, cheerfully and without expectation of reciprocation or favour; or not at all.
7 Life Hacks
Often, joy is hidden in the places you’re too afraid to look
Mice in Hospital Not Shocking
*Published in the Letters section of The Namibian Newspaper, Friday 08 July 2016 http://www.namibian.com.na/Mice-in-Hospital-not-Shocking/42730/read Dear Editor I’m writing this letter in response to an article published in your paper on Tuesday 05th July 2016 titled “Mice become regulars at Katutura hospital”. Ever since I can remember there have been constant reports in all forms of…
We Got It Right
For all the times when the world will ask too much of me, On long nights when I can’t fall asleep, I will place my head on your chest, Your heartbeat will be the sweetest lullaby to me. As I gently write the words “I love you”, Across the left side of your chest with…
“I’m not my brother’s keeper.” I beg to differ.
We live in an age where we rely on social media to tell us how people are doing. Let’s be honest; we have all sat down with friends and spent the majority of the time on our phones posing for photographs, finding the perfect caption and posting. After that, we monitor how many “likes” the photograph has received, WHO liked it and how quickly they didn’t like it and more often than not, who DIDN’T like it.
Ndapewoshali Writes 