In my life, as in everyone else’s I assume, I’m constantly trying to negotiate balance between external and internal, the world and self. When you realise something new about the world and accept an idea you previously weren’t invested in, you start to change. The way you speak starts to differ, and subsequently your decisions and actions that follow mold a different you, and the balance shifts. Continue reading


Me, my home.

This past Saturday April 4th the Africa Student Union in Fredericton held an event ¬†– Africa Night – that seeks to celebrate and educate the community on Africa. To say the past few days have been difficult being away from home, and my family, would be an understatement. Having an opportunity to be with so many people from my continent to celebrate it’s beauty, was a tremendous blessing. Sharing a moment of silence for all the lost souls, and singing the national anthem was a gift God granted me in that place where I found comfort in the crowds companionship.

I had written a spoken word piece last month specifically for this event, and I got to perform it for the audience. I wanted to share these words in this space as well. Continue reading


Can we get it right?

It’s no secret that the world is flawed. There are countless problems, both systemically and individually (and lets not get into how the system is created by individuals, lets assume the distinction as clear cut). Countless philosophers have debated and come to conclusions that seem like appropriate ones to be made about the world we live in, and what makes it the way it is, and for all that they saw, they might be. Continue reading


The Poets Agenda

Originally posted on Betty Generic:

To hang stars one by one
Sieving rust into glitter
To build dreams from ashes
To look for patterns in brocade and well worn paths of memory
cutting through forests and fields and
swimming through streams of tomorrows
and navigating minefields of detached yesterdays
Through snow and storms
Until one day

I remember everything,
Whispers the sea
And the poet asks,
Tell me
Tell me
When time began
Tell me
Why that smile is impossible to forget

Tell me how to start over
Tell me

The sea
And the moon
And the stars
And the lark
And the still small voice

To rage
To love
To hope
To dream
To feel
To defend

To remember
When forgetting would make all the pieces fit
Because they should know
the pieces never really fit

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