Family
3 things I always wanted to tell my Dad.
Dad and Daughter relationship is beautiful and pure. Dad never expresses anything, yet understands daughters wishes without spilling out and fulfils it. I have one amazing dad, who along with 2 more daughters, raised them, nourished them and fulfilled all our dreams.
By Harsha Upadhyaya4 years ago in Confessions
My Hero
Dear Dad, Remember the times you stopped me from running into busy streets. Remember all the times you read every single word on my school essays to let me know what I can do to make it better. Or do you remember the times I simply said I liked a snack and you bought me 10 more the next day. These are some little things that I won't forget even when I'm grown and have a family of my own. However, I am not only grateful you helped keep me safe, or made sure I was healthy but I'm additionally grateful to be the person you shaped me to be. Therefore, here is my token of appreciation to you.
By Kimmie Hite4 years ago in Confessions
Diamonds Give Me Heartburn. Top Story - February 2022.
I think I was nine when my Nana took me to get my ears pierced. She might have been more excited about it than I was. She even bought me a little pair of diamond chip earrings to switch into once I was healed. “These are very special and expensive,” she said, placing the velvet box into my hand. “You have to take good care of them.”
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Confessions
5 Things I Wish I Could Tell My Mom as a 30-Year-Old Single Woman. Top Story - February 2022.
My mom was my first best friend. She brought me up as an individual and never as a girl who would live most of her life with her in-laws. She made me trust books and skills over looking pretty.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to my African Mum
Hello Mummy, I have a lot of memories of life with you, life lessons from you, highly biased parables and so much more. It goes without saying that some of them were rather traumatizing but I believe that you did your best by and all your children. I have three very distinctive memories that stick out from my childhood. One of them was how I had managed to lose my younger sister and let her get kidnapped. The finer details of the event might be blurred with age as I was about eleven then but I remember that day clearly. It was one of those strange ladies that we usually saw around the neighbourhood but never really paid attention to. On this very day, I had lost track of my younger sister, Mary. I was supposed to take her with me from school to home which was a simple task but I somehow managed to botch. Mary was only ten months old.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Confessions
Beau come up
Beau, wake up get yo ass up!! Beau’s mom yelled through the window of the single-story brick house. Beauty hadn’t seen her mother in years, ever since she left them on their Daddys’ doorstep 5 years ago. Beau, get yo funky ass up, the sound of her mothers’ voice shook her, the banging on the window snatched her awake. Yo Daddy say you got to come with me so come on right now I aint got all day. What the hell? Beau thought as she pulled back the deep purple comforter and got out of the twin bed she had been sleeping on. Beau had recently turned thirteen and started her menstrual cycle. She recalled her Dad saying, “Beauty, you’re a woman now, you are going to have to spend more time with your mother. Baby girl I am sorry, I just don’t know what else to do.” A few weeks earlier. Alright, I am coming she said, her voice filled with concern. Beau had no idea, that this was the moment her entire life would be changed. It’s 4 am, she said with disbelief, It’s 4 am she yelled. Why are you here at 4 o’clock in the morning? Beauty asked. Don’t ask me no questions lil girl, let’s go. And don’t bring none of that shit. Hell, we aint got nowhere to put it no way. Her mom said as she walked away from the window.
By Laticka Shenell4 years ago in Confessions
"Ma Petite Chouette"
I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Even as a child I never slept through the night. Despite my mother's best effort, she was unable to attain a “normal” sleep schedule with me. My mother used to call me her “petite chouette.” It means “little owl” in English, but I preferred the way her French tongue clung to those two words. She’d make up little French lullabies to try and rock me to sleep, eventually she’d nod off and I’d remain peacefully awake in her arms.
By Ruby Cribby4 years ago in Confessions
