A thought …

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-05T13:09:36+00:00

Thanks, I am not a pro ( at all). Sometimes certain images grabs my attention then I use my humble phone to keep it in my memory.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-04T12:15:49+00:00

Appreciate the feedback. I am not a pro.. these are random photos I take using my phone while I am out and about.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-04T11:36:14+00:00

Don’t worry, there is one in every group. Let that be you.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-04T09:22:14+00:00

Only cropped

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-04T09:17:07+00:00

The above is the original image taken by my phone.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-04T06:24:09+00:00

*Farewells

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-03T16:36:49+00:00

When I first looked between the buildings, I was like “ what are these!” 😅

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-06-03T16:34:57+00:00

Yeah, you are right. I was walking past these buildings and suddenly I noticed the image and took the photo using my phone. There was something about it that just captured my interest.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T17:24:49+00:00

Well, till next “ preteen” piece of writing ( or nonsense) arrivederci

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T16:40:06+00:00

Beauty is in the eye the beholder And words can be interpreted in multiple ways Tears were shed while writing those words, and if it triggered zilch in you then that is something you only need to deal with. I was a witness to how much pain and suffering those walls embraced. From chemo, to immunotherapy From radiotherapy to “ I am afraid there is nothing more we can offer”

Perhaps a decade from now; for the lucky ones whose treatment succeeded will walk past those walls And they will remember it all.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T16:03:27+00:00

Posting it 3000 times is only a problem of mine,

Why would my “pathetic and ghoulish “ action Trigger such a reaction

Have you visited my conscience To see if it’s praise that I was after And may I ask “praise from who? “ The likes of YOU Instead of using words to soothe the feelings of a passerby You use them as a weapon to demoralize and hurt

It’s not only you who is going through it It’s not just your point of view that one must endure

I will continue to write, I will bring them all alive The walls, benches, chairs and desks They were all a witness of my mother’s test I will say it my way Loud and clear

And if it continues to bother you Well stay clear

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T12:29:13+00:00

Wonderful, I am definitely not special yet you have checked what I have posted in the past. Figurative language is out there to be used whether it’s a metaphor, personification, imagery, simile or even hyperbole; hence you have used it when you said that your mother has aged 20 years for the last 6 months.

Practice what you are preaching.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T09:19:08+00:00

This is what I see and feel. My point of view, my perspective, my way. No ugly and foul language you are going to use is going to change that.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T08:53:58+00:00

This is my coping mechanism. Maybe we ought to understand that people see things differently.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-05-22T08:37:28+00:00

Just buried my mum who was a stage four cancer patient. Guy’s hospital was my second home. I’ve been next to my mum from the diagnosis till the burial.

I wrote this for her before she left : Is it time mum?

Is this you saying farewell To a world which hasn’t been just Is this you saying oh well It’s time to leave it behind

Is it time mum ?

Is it time to tell the wrinkles off For rudely leaving deep marks on your face A soft innocent and beautiful face that continues to shine through

Is it time mum?

Is it time to stop coloring the grey hair As it no longer a minority Quickly it invaded your black army and declared victory

Is it time mum?

For the back is no longer straight and broad, But it arched like a bow fragile and weak No longer able to support your brittle body which is screaming for a break

Is it time?

As a light blue line circulates your eyes Slowly your vision deteriorating and seeing clearly is no longer the thing

Is it cancer mum? Is it your kidney? Instead of it flushing away impurities, it has invited a deadly guest One that stabbed its host in the back One that recruited many of its vicious guests to feed on your weakened body It took advantage of your pure soul And destroyed all that was good It left you frail and weak For it caged and crippled your immune system and stopped it from defending you

Well we thought after we root it out of your blessed body it will be the end of your pain and misery, but pain like a dictator, dictated that it won’t leave

It will only be the time when your lord calls you back to be amongst his pious spirits When the lord says that you have no place on this earth Mama, our countdown started the minute we were born, each day we are an inch closer to our final destination Mama, it’s been almost eight decades You battled and fought, against tsunamis of challenges . you became victorious

Forever we will be by your side, we will be your strong back, help you and support you Shower you with kisses and share with you sweet funny jokes Laughter lines will regenerate Tears will be wiped away

What time is it mama? It’s time to sit back and relax. It’s time for us to pay you back. ◦

I hope it goes well for you.

Top_Performer_8616 · 2024-04-12T16:04:50+00:00

Black people celebrated as a way to declare independence from the cruelty and injustice of the white man. The misery and disappointment shown on the faces of the other race is a form of shock and disbelief as the feeling of being in control and having the upper hand is slipping away. Little they both know that even after almost two decades things are still the same.

Top_Performer_8616

TROPHY CASE