On Perpetual Motion

Photo by Himmat Iqbal. Taken during Kiota Bristol Event ft Aisha Ali Blog Audio January is no longer the new kid in class. We are three weeks in and have had plenty of opportunities to learn more about it. Whether it was in your professional environment, personal life or the spontaneous moments the year has … Continue reading On Perpetual Motion

Out of the Fog

Image by Dan Martin https://danmartinartist.co.uk/ Blog read by Saili Katebe Thanks to Yasmina Nuny for inspiring the inclusion of audio to the blog - https://yasminanuny.blogspot.com/ Welcome to the home of the Nomad. If you are reading this, congratulations on surviving 2020. It was one hell of a year, a lot happened in a short space … Continue reading Out of the Fog

Poems for Planets: Mars

    Another wonderful day, and  poetry must go on. I did not forget this project! Here is the latest of the lot, and Ode for the Martians among us!! Mars is the planet that follows on after earth. Its the second smallest planet in our solar system, but boy what a beast. Crazy weather … Continue reading Poems for Planets: Mars

Poems for Planets: Earth

More planetary goodness at hand. I was not looking forward to writing about this particular planet. The association I have with said planet opens up more doors than I am willing to walk into. It comes as no surprise than my research for planet earth opened up the mother of all labyrinths, trying to snake some … Continue reading Poems for Planets: Earth

Letters From The Wild Man: Dear Prince 

Let's forget reason and charge into the mist. The night will pay us no consideration when it blots our guide from its zenith. Reservations are reserved for the few who will sleep in nights reach. Tomorrow we would have reached to the promised place. Bring with you courage and a tonic of twisted sanity. No … Continue reading Letters From The Wild Man: Dear Prince 

The Hands That Feed You.

"Hard hands knead dough, everybody needs bread." Unknown She has shouldered this burden for years. Life had taken liberty with the course she dreamt out, veering her along a path molded by necessity. Her mornings lead her deeper into a world where the hammer and anvil speak louder than prayer. Once upon a time she had … Continue reading The Hands That Feed You.

Naming Game

With only 7 weeks until we meet, I speak my thoughts to your future. Your mother and I are overflowing with gladness. Our sweet flower will finally find air, our legacy finally finds breath, soaking up a new world through eyes glowing with the muted knowledge of a creator that only babies know. That day … Continue reading Naming Game

On Remembering Life

It's started to sound impossibly vague. "Act normal!" A fatigued cape that hang low to the floor, collecting dust as he walked around. Weighed down by this cloak tailored by the men and women who had lost the spectrum of their childish enjoyment, eager to fight the cold of a world without play. It had … Continue reading On Remembering Life