Monthly Archives: September 2024

Alone, I walk through the golden grass,Where zebras graze in quiet mass.This land, my heart, my sacred space,Yet without you, it feels misplaced. The trees stand tall, the sky burns bright,But inside, I face an endless night.The beauty here should … Continue reading →

The Zambezi whispers in a language old,A river of life, both fierce and bold.The canvas before me, alive with the past,Yet I stand alone, shadows long cast. This place, a paradise etched in my soul,Its beauty profound, but I don’t … Continue reading →

The path stretched out, both long and still,Where whispers of the trees did speak,A friend beside me, silent yet filledWith the weight of all I couldn’t keep. He walked with me, this towering soul,His steady steps like tears that fall,As … Continue reading →

The sun dips low in its quiet descent,Once a golden balm for a weary soul,Now its rays cast shadows, dark and bent,As sadness fills what once made me whole. The zebra graze in their gentle grace,Silent in the fading light … Continue reading →

I waited in the quiet dark,Where hope hung heavy on the air,Each whispered promise, every spark,Flickered bright, then disappeared.The days grew long, the nights stretched thin,I wandered through the empty space,A fool with dreams too vast to pinOn fleeting glimpses … Continue reading →

To be betrayed by someone who once held your heart is a devastation that leaves its mark on the soul. Cheating is not just an act of infidelity—it’s a betrayal of trust, an assault on the bond that was meant … Continue reading →

Amid the dry season’s parched silence, where even the grasses seem to wilt beneath the weight of unrelenting sun, two zebra mares, in their infinite wisdom and profound disregard for decorum, saw fit to disturb the only true luxury left … Continue reading →

Today was one of those days, the kind where the warmth of the spring sun just calls your name, and there’s really no choice but to listen. This zebra foal gave in to that irresistible pull. Sometimes, you just have … Continue reading →

As spring returns, the world comes alive with its own unique rhythm, and nowhere is this more evident than in the palm trees outside my friends butchery. The male weaver birds have taken it upon themselves to herald the season’s … Continue reading →