Baskadia

The Making Of My Story

The Making of My Story Paddling the canoe, I have always wanted to be a doctor. But I am faced with the difficulty of navigating the canoe to its bank where I could board a taxi to school. It has always been the first thing that comes to mind when I wake from sleep. My parents  are poor. My mother is a fish monger while my dad is a taxi driver whose lifestyle of incessant drinking and smoking would not permit him to discharge his fatherly responsibilities. By the way, I am the only child of my p

Trade

A photo of a woman selling groundnut. Photo shot by me this morning

Raise me

Ambitious to win after Loss

This is simply crying for a loss and getting back up later to win

Soul

Body is just like a cloth of the soul nothing more than thisand nothing less. You are god’s creature. You are lovely and beautiful if you have good soul which is beyond this nature. Oh man connect your soul with god due to which we came to meditate

Life goals

My life from my perspective view of it, a glimpse of my mind and thoughts

Lost Dream

This post is for a cause. Please lend me some of your blessings

wonder

Sometimes i wonder why i cannot stick to doing ordinary stuff like everyone else Why do i always have to chase the extra like i owe a debt to something bigger than myself Even when the reality on the eve of what is promised makes me wish for today to be my last I lay groaning in pain bruised from the weight of ambitions that pledge me little gain, smiling Because even here in what seems to be hell, i can hear angels whispering sweet promises Or maybe im being seduced by sirens eager to devour wh