Though Fallen… #writephoto.

Fallen, never to rise again so was the thought though cut off from the root it’s spread all around the forest The roots are still alive, at the scent of water magic is in the uprising. Though fallen, still I rise. Surrounded by these great witnesses standing side by side earth’s fullness will prod through me Yet…

Intensity Precedes Creativity. FictionFriday.

Ade had just moved into the big city, Eko-Akete, with the prospect of enjoying the bustling vibes of the city, and his new job opportunity as an intern for a telecom company. He had left his hometown and told his Parents he won’t be coming back soon. The sad look on his aged father as he…

River Rise #writephoto.

I missed Sue’s #writephoto prompt for Friday because I had to travel and it was impromptu, wasn’t ready but had to. Coupled with jetlag and a new environment my body reacted in a funny way. but I am getting better at least I can do some writing before going to bed. So here is my…