Friendship
Adorable MOM
MOM, In the quiet corner of a small town, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering meadows, lived a young guy, me. With a heart full of dreams I walk in my way by taking breaths. But behind my every breathing, lay a hidden pain—a void left by the absence of my mother, who had passed away. My mother had been my guiding light, my source of inspiration, and without her, I often felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Yet, even in death, her mother's presence lingered like a gentle breeze, whispering words of encouragement in the wind. I still can fill her with me. My Mother is the best mom in the world. Everyone's MOM is the best, my MOM too. She was a teacher with four kids of her own and hundreds in her school. At a very early age she lost her husband and then I treated her both mom and dad. My father is an army person. He could hardly maintain time for us and my Mom as well. My mother, alone, handles the whole family, and also kids. Time was hander uring those periods. It is very hard for her to maintain everything. She managed a job, Teaching. My mother is very kind and generous. Teaching is the best professional choice for her career and also our family. Later my mom started to contribute to our family.
By Sunny3 years ago in Confessions
Exploring the Art of Kiss
Explore different kissing techniques to heighten arousal and deepen emotional connections, including peck kissing, butterfly kissing, bite kissing, teasing kisses, ice cube kissing, slow kissing, nibbling kissing, sucking kissing, earlobe kissing, forehead kissing, hand kissing, and cheek kissing, and learn tips for enhancing arousal and pleasure through kissing, incorporating kissing into intimate moments, and understanding the historical and cultural significance of romantic kissing.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Confessions
Women Who Inspire Me: Tara Pidgeon
How many people can say they have a teacher who not only taught them a great deal, but also inspired them, cared for them and became one of their loved ones? Actually, many people can say that and I’m thankful to say I’m one of them, the teacher in question for me is Tara Pidgeon. Today is her birthday and during this Women’s History Month I want to tell the story of how this amazing woman inspired me.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Confessions
10 Root Causes of Divorce in Kenya
Divorce rates in Kenya have been on the rise, reflecting shifting societal norms and dynamics. While divorce is a complex issue influenced by various factors, here we unravel the top 10 root causes contributing to marital dissolution in Kenya.
By alex kimuyu3 years ago in Confessions
What never was, so I must let go
Where to begin? The noble part of me wants to say Thank You. Thank you for being such a good friend to me, and to us. I want to say how much I miss you. How much your confidence meant to me, how good it was to converse with someone of diverting beliefs and feel no judgment. It wants to say how I wish we could go back to how things were. The long nights of merry-making, the immense bouts of laughter and teasing. That part of me misses the peace and splendor of those times. They miss the knowledge of having someone who relies on them. Someone, who maybe even looks up to them. It grieves over our lost bond.
By T.D. Chronicler3 years ago in Confessions
That New York Apartment.
I never thought that I would be here I am today. I had so many reasons to run. Of course leaving hurt. It hurt like nothing else in the world and I was supper scared. I was so tired of being the girl that I was. I felt stuck in the place that most others think is so freeing. I’m sorry that I left but it was for the best even though something always felt odd. I watched the city change. I don’t know New York anymore. Someone had to have left first. I knew deep down that it would be me. I don’t think the people I loved knew that I was going to leave the way I did but I knew when I was young that I wouldn’t stay in the city. I did the minimum anyone asked me, always shouting but not to loud. Just trying to blend in with the rage of NYC.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
Crumbling Pedestals
It took me nearly 20 years to realize I never really loved you. That sounds harsh, but it’s not. It’s just true. We knew each other when we were 13. We knew Winget’s art class. We knew endless jokes and laughter, music sharing, poem swapping, commiserating over our adolescent life experiences, and the fact that no one else understood us. When you moved out of state in the middle of the school year, my teenage soul was crushed. In you I had found a twin flame. Our home lives and pasts were entirely different, but we found familiarity anyway - and safety - in each other. I wrote to you. I knew you struggled with the move. I felt sad for you, and for me. I was quite a romantic child and admittedly haven’t changed much…I romanticized the notion of soul mates. I dreamed of us reuniting one day. I wrote about you in my journal a lot. I had crushes on other boys, but I felt innately connected to you in a way I’ve never been able to explain.
By Shay Haas3 years ago in Confessions
BEAUTIFUL AND UGLY
Embracing Imperfection: Sometime in the past, there existed a land of rolling hills and sparkling rivers, where a small village was known for its enchanting beauty. The village was embraced by lush forests, and its cottages were adorned with vibrant flowers and quaint thatched roofs. Visitors often found themselves captivated by the tranquility and charm of this picturesque place.
By Ejike Okorie3 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Depression with Cooking and Prayer
I was trapped in a vicious cycle of depression, a silent enemy that robbed me of joy and hope. Every day was a struggle, and every night was a nightmare. I felt worthless, hopeless, and helpless. I tried to hide my pain behind a mask of smiles, but inside, I was falling apart.
By BizBas 3 years ago in Confessions
