The trees told me a secret.
“It’s okay to be alone.”
They know me all too well,
Every corner piece of my puzzle,
Every odd shape,
Those two faces. Continue reading
I enjoy writing and I wanted to leave something of myself behind, so people will remember me. Especially my children and grandchildren.
Society, culture, and life in general as seen through the eyes of a short, black Nigerian girl.
Linada Tauhid's Journal
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.