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Note to self

And loving yourself isn’t a sin,
loving yourself is one of the bravest things people will call you out on.
Most things about you are magical and should be praised.
You are a goddess in and of yourself

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~Somebody asked me Why~

Somebody once asked me “Why do you write?”. Not the world-famous “When did you begin to write?” or “Who Inspired you?”. But this person walked up to me and asked me why I write. And they were dead serious, their eyes filled with determination. And I answered that question like the natural dreamer I am.

“I had something to say, so I opened my heart.I wanted to know how to say it so I put a pen in my hand and it all flowed out, knotted, tangled, twists of sense and reason and right.And my world, the one I see through these eyes alone was shared and scattered on paper.And I was  unraveled, unwoven.” Upile Chisala.

Just thought I would put this up for all the writers who have ever doubted themselves. Don’t. Life will hand you so many difficult situations where your dreams and your ambitions are taken to task. But you musn’t worry, you musn’t turn your backs on what you believe in. What you were given freely, your talent. If you have something your heart has always hungered for then don’t be afraid to take a risk for your fulfilment . Writing came to me, I never asked for it but there it was on my lap starring at me. Abraham Lincoln once said “Whatever you are be a good one”. God gave me the gift of writing so I intend on being a good writer. Whatever it is you are be a good one.

Happy Sunday everyone!!


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~I Leap High~

The World of Can’t and Nevers.

Am I the only one with faith in myself?

Do I swim in hope on my own?

Loving a life in a world made to turn hearts to stone

I climb the walls made of thick ‘Can’t’ Bricks

And take strolls down Never lane.

It never occurred to me that I walk these streets with

only the company of my shadow and my dreams.

Head up high,

Heart in place,

I run on Sunshine

And dance in that dirty rain.

Limits are just chalk lines

I play hopscotch in.

I walk

I run

I breathe

I say ‘Watch me’

I leap High.

by Upile Chisala.

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A Poem- I want to Die a Rose

I want to die a rose
freshly budding from
the ground,
a summer’s day
with petals
all colors found,
a tall angelic
of beauty and of lush
that sways
and dances
in the wind rush.

<I was going through my pictures and poems and I found how these two just go together.So that is a pic of me and that is a poem by me.Happy Reading!!>


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The Greatest Quote Ever!

I had never read this quote before and the moment I did I felt so content, so reassured of the power that I possess and I couldn’t help but want to share this with people who have also been doubting themselves or who think they are failures, those who are not certain of what they can achieve in life so they make the sky the limit and disregard their dreams. This is for you, have a little more faith in yourselves today, read and be blessed.

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
– Marianne Williamson

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My Skin

African Woman

My skin

It coats my heart with mastery

each inch like Picaso mastered me,

Art on flesh

Sweet ebony!

It has a name or two or three,

I call it mine


Today I felt like dedicating my blog post to my beautiful skin. This weekend I have had a lot of talks with people about culture and heritage and race. All very intriguing conversations that would make one look at themselves in the mirror and realize that they were made specially, unique, and with delicate care. So I thought I might just make it known that I love my skin. I was reminded of a quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe that I came across once and it was the simplest truth I had ever heard :

If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have made me otherwise.

So today I urge you to step back from all your day’s troubles, breathe and look at the masterpiece starring back at you in the mirror. We are we and that’s who we should aim to be. Food for thought.

Yours always,


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