My faith and hope is dwindling down to nothingness... My spirit feels as though it is being crushed by the weight of the world and its cruelty and lies... My heart cries as I wait for reality to be .. to come to fruition My soul is heavy with the need of certainty My cries to God, heard? I pray so If only there were some magical fairy to come and bring to me what is so desperately needed, a spirit with magic is a spirit alive... A wand in the hand whisping around, turning dark to light, tears to smiles.... Lies to truth, and cruelty to kindness, making love shine My faith rides a low tide on the ocean of life
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep