Your Friend,

Hi Guys, I have never really said thank you for following me and for reading my writings. I’d like to be more committed than I am now you know, to keep your interest popping 🙂 I enjoy reading from you all as well.

I’ve been thinking of friendships lately. We all have friends, but do we really understand what it means to be a friend? it is difficult for me to believe that one person can have 20 (twenty) committed friends. Not fair weather or sunny day friends, but ones that are genuinely concerned and cares about your well-being. My circle has always and will always be small because it is very important to be accountable to those you let into your life to share your space and attention with.

Just a thought guys.

Have a blessed Sunday y’all




Distant Passenger

Distant passenger. Minds connected. Hearts beating. Do you beat for me as I beat for you?

In my mind I smiled as the thoughts of you raced in my head but my heart, my heart got so tight as the fear grew and anxiety overtook me slowly. Slowly as it crushed into my glass heart like a thief, I dispelled them with sour uncertainties because stolen smiles and butterflies are my security.

Come closer, a little closer oh so I can inhale your perfect aroma, you know I can taste it by now don’t you? Don’t be shy, don’t be so hard on yourself, you already have the smile keep the butterflies too.

(photo by google, Belize- sunset)


Happy Chaos

I was inspired today. No, not by that great speaker who blew us all away with the eloquent words and smooth jargons. Not by that teacher whose subject was challenging but managed to capture my attention.

Inspired by that little girl who sat all alone in the park, wearing a beautiful floral dress. Swinging her feet and waiting patiently for her brother to pick her up from school. She looked so peaceful and carefree as if the world was always as safe as it appeared to be today.

She reminded me to live life happily within the chaos beyond my control because we are as happy as we choose to be everyday.

By: thatafricangurl

(c) copyrights 2018

Soul’s Dance

Her smile so wide, eyes brightly colored by the reflection of the flowers. She’s so beautiful, oh so beautiful. She moved with grace and class. Every word she spoke had the power to heal any wounded soul. I called her mommy and she called me baby.

I heard your voice the other day. Wait, it was everyday speaking into my heart. I heard you say keep going. Your smile warmed my heart and the teardrops ceased to fall.

My sunshine in the mist of gloomy days, you always knew how to make my soul dance to the rhythm of its own beats.


By: thatafricangurl

(c) copyrighted, 2018

Just Thinking

She sat at a distance, but everyone could see her. The party started feets began to moves rhythmically. She was the life of any party. But not this party. Toying with thoughts that filled her mind, she smiled to herself because it had to be done. It had to be said, even if no one wanted to hear or accept it. The truth about her reality was hers to own, to build.

Distant her mind. She held out her hand as always to help those around hoping that one day, she too will be helped.

March now

Life happened and eyes were opened, yet the sunrise has not fully risen.

31 and counting yet goals still pending. To build a life of love and dreams and of everything good. My vision remains strong because one day, someday things fallen apart will be made whole and life, well life will be roses in the mist of thorns.

Its a new season, a new day an opportunity to make it count once again. Feel free to applaud yourselves for making it this far because the tears are ice and laughter is your friend.

By: thatafricangurl

(c) copyrighted, 2018