The name is Imran Darboe, aspiring writer currently working on the final chapters of a novel with the working title; BIG DREAMS & BROKEN HEARTS. You can check it out on www.bookbigdreams.webnode.com. I love to read, write and paint.
I sit and wonder about the chaos in the world, Africa in turmoil, it's a ship in a tsunami. We have pirates at the helm, everything is topsy-turvy.
He trod and toiled, along the rocky road, burdened on his shoulders, by the weight of the world. Obstacles abound, he stumbled, he stalled, along life's road, he wobbled, he fell.
To you earth angel...will you forever be mine Through the hard times...you've been my sunshine one of a kind...you are never unkind your beauty outshines...a hundred thousand goldmines I see it in...
I face the mirror on the wall I see the irony of it all I look at you and spot the faults But when it's me the mirror is fogged Mirror mirror on the wall See the hypocrisy of it all How am I above...
That fateful eve on a stormy night. Winds billowing with ferocious howls. Wrapped in garments of dark wool. I found the old sage in shadow's shroud. Under mysterious shade of the baobab tree.
Caught in moments of deep melancholy Nostalgic recollections of days long gone Of memorable times on the smiling coast When People were free and laughed a lot more Before the revolution and the...
CHAPTER 1 Antoinette was seated on the edge of her king-sized bed, leaning on one of the four intricately carved bedposts.
GRIEF, the price we pay for love. When that human connection is there no more. Something I have lived and felt before. Searing, burning stabbing my core. Like the painful ache of a broken heart.
I was caught between a rock and a hard place. My sins paid with interest and thrown in my face. Mama always said I was born with hard ears. She knew one day trouble would come my way.
In the soft glow of candle light we came together, two dancers doing a routine well-rehearsed. She came into my arms with slow grace, a tigress, fluid like a tree blowing in the wind.
Take a look and see the scowl. I mean the frown behind the smile. The angry flash behind the eyes. They only see the outer charm. never seen the inner man. I am the calm before the storm.
It’s 11am on a Friday morning and I am still curled up in bed.
God couldn't be here, so he made mothers, distinguished champions, of the working class. The noblest occupation there ever was, No pay, no pause, endless sacrifice.
Have you ever tried to resist the course of nature. Well, if you haven’t, don’t. I’m here to tell you, there will be consequences and repercussions. The stuff that happened to me was amazing.
Dimpled smile on chocolate brown face feline grace, like a panther’s gait. Full lips and brown eyes Broad hips and perfect thighs. My heart dances to her rhythm When she shakes her tail feather.