The truth is COVID-19 hasn’t caused you confusion – it has just exposed your confusion. It hasn’t given you pain – It has just exposed your pain. It has not brought you instability – it has simply exposed your instability. It has not caused you to question yourself, it has just revealed your questionable self. I want you to realize the opportunity in this time – I want to realize the opportunity in this time
Category Archives: Amanda the thinker
Grit- Greet thee
Whether the weather withers Withers of all might, in the darkest of nights, Upon no night, shall my cling give way. O way, way, damn that word way! Way, you will not weigh me away! Way, away with you way! I, hath borne what must be bore before, Thus, I can carry through the blood, the thirst, the war, And, thisContinue reading “Grit- Greet thee”
From Girl to arching womanhood
It’s as if I can feel every inch of my own inadequacy- It’s like- Tsk- Like an itch that can’t be scratched A thirst that won’t be filled A string that’s pulled too hard Like The pain of waking up from a very, very, very beautiful dream that you realize can’t be attained. It’s asContinue reading “From Girl to arching womanhood”
Taste of Uganda’s house of thought (1)
As of 21st May. And so Uganda’s house of thought sat… Uganda’s house of thought decided to discuss teenage pregnancy… The majority females that sat in this Uganda house of thought suggested vehemently that; every girl who got pregnant in school especially primary, must be chased out of school-😳😳😳 When asked to give rationale toContinue reading “Taste of Uganda’s house of thought (1)”
Meet Bwogi Byron!
It’s 01:02 am and I’m still wide awake. I should be snoring- as you should if you are reading this at such an odd hour- but as you are probably feeling; my mind too can’t shush- it is dancing from one thought to the next like a wild roller coaster- I can’t stop it- soContinue reading “Meet Bwogi Byron!”
Sonnets to God (1)
My God is big, He is greater than all pain My God is big He is sweeter than all gain When I am broken His touch makes me whole As I am forgotten From his mind and grace I still will never fall My God is big His word moves mountains My God is bigContinue reading “Sonnets to God (1)”
#Shrinked
Trembling hands Cupped Over quivering lips- A cloud of thick tears Cupped Over desperate eyes smile Cupped Over inverted smiles Expectations Cupped Over limitations Hurt Cupped Over Heart. Handi- Cupped- Hope. Courtesy of Mostinside.com
All is that is not
Photo by TeePublic Beauty… is Ugly. Ugly… is beauty. Poverty… is wealth. wealth… is poverty. Strength… is weakness. Weakness… is strength. Everything… is nothing. Yet Nothing…is everything. So, what are we craving for?
9th March
For we will not arrive without the wealth of her selflessness
Poetic Pause with Amanda from Uganda 