Korantengjoshuayaw Stories

A collection of free verse poetry. With a hint of reality.

It was supposed to blow softly It was meant to last only for a while ...and that is the breeze of life... And that is the pain we bear. At the crossroads, with a smirk on the face, with fire in my eyes. I look in eager anticipation for the joys of yester-years. And all i see are shades of memories. Memories of faded hopes...gone like a breeze of an autumn eve

Poetry for the broken heart.

Death Poetry evokes memories enshrined in the African's recognition of the nature of loss and the effects it has on the living. This peace is a wide off my usual style of writing. It speaks the emotions of a Mortal

A collection of my thoughts and feelings as I write.

My friendship. How I saw it, growing up.

Thought are powerful tools Proverbs 4:23 I have put together my most potent thoughts, simple , practical and thought provoking. Keep in touch

I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit. That was all I remember, my sins, my secret sins all came back to me in an instant. I had to confess them but I could not... I walked out of the stream knowing for the rest of my life... I'll have to fight my SELF for all eternity The troubles we face after our Baptism

A scriptural admonishment.