Archive for July, 2014

Mr W

Every night I arrive to my birthplace and all is orderly, Everyone is cheerful, whimsical and present, After a callous days work, an ouzo and coke would go down a treat, He sits in his throne with the wreak of arrogance on his breath, She waits idly to remind him of his worthlessness, But not
Read More

They never deserved it…

I was a bystander to a myriad of violence in my life, but none compared to the violent acts committed against my mother. Most of my life, I was taught that violence was a moral way to settle a dispute. These thoughts were not influenced by my immediate family, but more from my immediate network
Read More