Nana M. Singehebhuye

Joined September 2021

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I am a free-spirited Writer. I let my pen write its own story.

I allow my mind to express its most deep inner thoughts.

Passion and ambition flow within me like a river.

That’s what makes my writing special.

Writing is my SUPERPOWER.

Stories (7/0)

Street football
“Football is a space, a mindset, a type of freedom. My heart races as I watch the ball go between and through legs. Under and over the ball goes.
By Nana M. Singehebhuyeabout a month ago in Poets
A TRAIN RIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE
I jolted at the sound of a loud screeching noise. The sound sent shivers down my spine. It took me a while to re adjust my focus. When I opened my eyes I had no idea where I was.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Fiction
Be unapologetically you
I am a voice for the voiceless. I speak for me, for her, for us. In a world where you can choose who and what to be, one can easily get lost in the crowd. One must stand loud and proud in who and what they are.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Poets
A TRAIN RIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE
I jolted at the sound of a loud screeching noise. The sound sent shivers down my spine. It took me a while to re adjust my focus. When I opened my eyes I had no idea where I was.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Fiction
Goodbye Fear, hello Hope’
You creep upon me when I least expect you. You poison my mind and drive me to places unknown. To places deep and dark. O Fear, why do you kill my hope, my joy, my future?
By Nana M. Singehebhuye2 years ago in Poets
Funny story
Today I am going to share a funny story of the time when Josh and I were chased by our neighbourhood dog, Bruno. My best friend Josh and I grew up in a little suburb in Melbourne. We were like two peas in a pod, he was my yin to my yang. Where he was, I was and where I was he was. All our childhood memories were shared together. They were filled with so much warmth, they connected our hearts together. Some memories made us cry, while others made us smile and laugh.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye3 years ago in Confessions
Home
You have heard before that ‘Home is where the heart is’. And yours is my favourite place.
By Nana M. Singehebhuye3 years ago in Poets

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Street football

A TRAIN RIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE

Be unapologetically you

A TRAIN RIDE TO THE OTHER SIDE

Goodbye Fear, hello Hope’

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