The Prisoners Of My Mind
Right in the hollow of my mind, where the darkness loomed a prison was built. Its purpose was to capture and torture. In this prison,
Right in the hollow of my mind, where the darkness loomed a prison was built. Its purpose was to capture and torture. In this prison,
I have left my heart in so many places. I stood at the balcony of my two-bedroom flat gazing into space. The air was a
My childhood monster had a name. He was Olomo with a fierce look, thunderous voice and bloodshot eyes. He had a strong grip and a
My legs wobbled a bit as I climbed the flight of stairs that led to my new job. I didn’t know what to expect. This
” You live in a slum”. My friend suddenly blurted out as I walked her home. I looked at her confused not knowing what to
I had missed two weeks of lectures and assignments with no prospect of hope. My mum had tried everything she could, but couldn’t get me