The House She Built a Source of Conflict

There was a time when everything seemed to be going right for Amara . She was a beautiful woman, not only in appearance but in the way she carried herself. She grew up in a loving home, surrounded by parents who worked hard and believed that their children should never lack opportunities. Her father was a respected man who worked tirelessly to provide for the family, while her mother was equally hardworking. They raised their daughters with discipline, kindness, and the belief that education and hard work were the keys to a good life. Amara was the elder daughter. Her younger sister, Nadia , was also intelligent and ambitious. The two sisters grew up watching their parents work together, and they learned an important lesson from them: nothing worthwhile comes without sacrifice. As the years passed, both sisters became successful in their own ways. Amara worked hard, saved her money, and eventually achieved something she had dreamed about since she was young. She bought a beauti...

AT LONG LAST

I love you with all my heart
Wishes are crippling my mind
My soul wants the best for you
For you bring light into my life
You bring happiness
Your presents always give me comfort
During tough times and times of joy.
I have adopted myself to you
And God has always filled my cup with water.
Enhancing a flourishing way of life
Whose graph is always at the pinnacle?
The top most, we cherished.
Time and time has passed,
The dry North Westerly winds has blown through
With its inland temperatures, dry without moisture.
Engulfing the whole surrounding
Leaving my cup dry, I felt like am in a desert.
Totally dry with nowhere to seek refuge.
The wind has gone with all l had
Leaving me in the darkness, no love, no happiness
Nor the comfort I use to enjoy.
Deep inside my heart l am burning, l pray to God
For they say his will shall prevail and in him my cup will be filled again.
Hello my love, hello my darling hello hello hello………………..
I wish if the wind could  blow and have not blown with you.
For its destiny we don’t know.


Far beyond my reach, the trumpets may be blown
Drums beaten and may not reach your ears.
Day and night l pray oh Lord may you fill my cup, my cup, my cup……………
I believe one day the south easterly winds will blow
Filled with moist oceanic currencies. Filling my cup?
Bringing back my love, my happiness and everything in it.
The light from the darkness
That glows and shine like the sun
Sunshine?
In God l trust.


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