Nayafungua macho yangu na kukutana na giza. Kiza kingi mno. Najaribu kuyafikicha macho yangu Lakini nagundua kuwa nimefungwa. Lo! Itakuwaje?Macho yangu yanazoea kile kiza kwani bado Mna mwanga unaoingia mle chumbani. Nyumba ya msonge niliyomo ndani. Najiambia. Ninapotazama juu nahakikisha fikra yangu ya kuwa nipo kwenye nyumba ya msonge. Nyota mle angani zimetapakaa kwelikweli na…

Leaning on Faith Ruth was so excited to travel but had one moment of uncertainty. She waited to received her declaration form by email results to travel. Packed ready to travel and said her goodbye to her daughter Eve, Amyah, Leah and Shantey (three grandchildren). Travelled in a car to the station and taking the…

It was that moment when I was at the stake of fully lost. But there was someone that reached his hand and said here my son I have given my life for you on the cross. I am from a Hindu family a strong Hindu where it’s hard to transform into a different religion, I…

-Lylah- I reached for the book, hardly containing the smile on my face, for the very first time I was seeing my own writing on a shelf, nothing could have made me happier than physically finding it in a bookstore, especially here in my favorite one in Sunny Bay. Another hand bumped into mine, I…

ONCE upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow were falling like feathers from the clouds, a Queen sat at her palace window, which had an ebony black frame, stitching her husband’s shirts. While she was thus engaged and looking out at the snow she pricked her finger, and three…

There was once a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a little hut close to the sea, and the fisherman used to go down every day to fish; and he would fish and fish. So he used to sit with his rod and gaze into the shining water; and he would gaze and…

At fifteen, I became a resident in a country village, more than a hundred miles from home. The morning after my arrival–a September morning, but warm and bright as any in July–I rambled into a wood of oaks, with a few walnut-trees intermixed, forming the closest shade above my head. The ground was rocky, uneven,…

At Paris, just after dark one gusty evening in the autumn of 18-, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum, in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book-closet, au troisiême, No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had…

TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I…

I WAS sick — sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence — the dread sentence of death — was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound…