Dum spiro, spero

Dum Spiro Spero now, because of what was, which gives me courage to live with finesse; to smile as I look forward to tomorrow. 
And tomorrow..., well, I will do it all over again: Dum Spiro, Spero!

  • The White Thread

    Written by an anonymous guest writer. Edited by Chuma Chinzila. We were a fire, a force to be reckoned with, a light that owned the dark. But you took your torch and wandered away, leaving me to sit by the heat of what we used to be. I watched the bonfire of our life dwindle. The

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  • Lone Wolf

    A woman of age, forced to be a lone wolf. She is clouded in darkness of pain, induced by loss, heartbreak or perhaps both. With a limp on her step and a little drizzle of blood from her wounds, she goes hunting, lest she be forced into asylum. Unbeknown to her, shadows lurk above and

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  • A Hole

    A hole. A hole built for me, out of love, out of passion of whatever I meant. A hole built for me when I never thought it could be a possibility, the builder fully aware of its potential. Voices whispered in awe of the hole and yet it was but a tiny hole with no

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  • Raising An Army

    She rose to a beautiful day full of life and expectations; to embrace the beauty and trials that lay ahead. She stepped out clothed in dignity. With her offspring beside her, she left the safety of her home into the world; each of them on their own paths. She smiled, talked, learned and taught, oblivious

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  • Where is my village?

    “Caution, doubt, walls up! Her nerves have been eaten by the wounds that keep dripping. She feels but what is it that she is really feeling? Never truly assured and yet it is what she yearns for the most. In the depths of her soul, she knows time would calm the storm; soon the dust

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  • Dum Spiro, Spero

    Dum Spiro, Spero!I breathe; I live!While I breathe, I hope! Dum Spiro Spero, at a time when breathing is all that matters; breathing is all that makes sense because of the senseless pain that aches my heart, mind and soul. Hoping is as senseless as the pain that persists day after day, week after week,

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  • Raging Storm

    Tossed about by the raging storm. Like a ship afloat the ocean amidst a raging cyclone, capsizing and letting go of all its contents. As the storm persists, broken into pieces by the mighty ocean waves, the ship is swept into the deep where all the debris rests. Hopeless! Like the great wrecked-but-masterly-crafted-ship that once

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  • Hello World!

    Welcome to my world! Get ready to feel every emotion that has troubled me enough to write about it! Check out The Storm series. Come with me as I travel Africa and experience the what it means to be human! Check out the Adventure Series. Where else should the roads/air take me? Let me know.

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