I loved it here.

It was a beautiful place to finally have people other than me see the cartwheels my mind turned. Far from business writing, different from economic research, which are the things that’ll turn up when you search for my name online…

But I recognise this season, just like the former is over. It’s time to shut this book and author a new one. With a different perspective, from a different season.

I hope all who stop by here find something that piques their interest in these sweet archives.

My heart has sought and found itself in the very few, very far apart words here.

It was truly time well spent xxx


Fade away

I can’t understand why I invest in what fades away. It makes no sense.  It shines today, it lures me in, before I know I forget it exists. I stumble on it and it fades away. It constantly recurs;

I expect, I plan and I get disappointed. It’s an unending cycle. I hope, I wish and choose to believe. For what? For it to fade away.

Building castles in the sky. Looking through starry eyes. Never considering, always pushing against stone walls. Constantly. It fades away.

Let me be!

These throes of pain are real
Confusion, hurt, distraught, loss, choked
Where will I hide!
Where can I run?
Why won’t it go away
Am I home? Am I a host?
Must you visit so often?

I have been told to share, it has hardly lifted the burden
Instead, it has frustrated my stance,
Ogled my scars and questioned the source of this pain!

I desire and declare freedom

Rather for every time I look up, I look back.
From self derogation to ignoring it’s presence
Why do you remain? Are we friends?
From whence are we acquainted?

Let me be!

Moving On

I stand afar,
Below the sun, in front of the ocean. Staring
The might of it, keeps me glued to the grains of sand between my curled toes.
My head remains lifted, my mind captures the beauty of this behemoth; I am squinting.
The awful screeching from the anchor rising to take its place within the vessel causes a weary spasm to go down my spine.

I watch with my breath held as it pushes against the rising tide. Arguing its right to push against the water’s direction. Convincing the wind to be of help as it raises the sails.
It dips and groans, whirls and grasps.

Finally, I begin to hear the voices of all those who make this happen- every single one, calling on each other, collectively achieving this goal.
As I watch the constant activity on the platform, I realise they are getting smaller- going farther away.
The sun too has moved away and now stands opposite me, I am temporarily blinded.
I turn around walking away from the ship and its crew. My smile bright as I revel in this epiphany

Indeed all I am participates- heart, body, mind and soul.
As I move away from my past.
It’s a team effort- moving on…

The most glorious moments in your life are not the so- called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.

Don Charisma

«The most glorious moments in your life are not the so- called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments.»

— Gustave Flaubert

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A profession for shedding tears

If there were a profession for shedding tears,

I will most likely sit square

Like a queen at a ball, as the queen of the ball

For whose purpose all gather near


I could shed a tear for myself or another

For pain I feel, will feel and felt before

For fiction and true life


When vexed, frustrated or sorely embarrassed.

You see, I’ll rather do so than hurt another

With pain I feel but not caused by this other

‘Tis what He will have us do you know

He who seats in the heavenly throne


I tire from pain

From struggles and upset

There the tears come pouring forth

Like a severe that breaks the dermis

Like blood flow so the tears go

A release of tension no doubt

A freedom from heaviness


If there was a profession for shedding tears

I will be a pioneer as I have shared

The in-depth knowledge of itself

Known to me by reason of experience