Sixty-five years since the Union Jack came down,And the green, white, and blue rose over Freetown.We danced in the streets, called ourselves free,Children of Sengbe, sons of the sea. Sixty-five years yet the table is bare,Mothers still counting rice grain by grain.The diamonds run deep, but the pockets run thin,And the boy in Lumley asks…
By: Elizabeth A Kaine In Freetown’s streets, a sorrowful sightFuel crisis bites, with prices soaring high tonightThe vulnerable weep, as costs take flightLeaving many poor, with no end in sight Mamas cry, as food prices riseChildren’s dreams, lost in fuel’s demiseFishermen idle, with no fuel to spareLeaving families, with no food to share The US…
In a quiet corner of the world, nestled amidst ancient trees and blooming wildflowers, two souls found solace in Lovers’ Grove. Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of crimson and gold, Mia and Jamal would meet beneath their favorite oak tree. Their laughter mingled with the rustling…
In the heart of Africa, where rivers flow wide,Sierra Leone stands, with strength and pride.Yet shadows linger, in the light of the day,For voices of women often drift away. With hopes like the sun, bright and bold,They dream of a future, where stories untoldWill rise from the echoes of silenced cries,To shatter the ceilings and…
By Elizabeth A. Kaine On October 12th, the International Day of the Girl Child serves as a crucial reminder of the pressing issues faced by young girls in Sierra Leone, particularly those who find themselves begging on the streets and living in makeshift shelters. This heartbreaking reality highlights the profound impact of poverty, stripping these…
In a quaint village where time seemed to stand still, a clockmaker named Elias poured his soul into crafting intricate timepieces. Each tick echoed his loneliness until one fateful day, a traveler named Lila stumbled into his shop. With her vibrant laughter and curious spirit, she breathed life into the dusty corners of his world….
On a rainy afternoon in a bustling coffee shop, V sat by the window, lost in a novel. The soft patter of raindrops on the glass matched the rhythm of her heart, which quickened when a stranger entered, shaking off droplets like a playful puppy. His name was Jake, a newcomer from abroad, exuding an…
In the heart of the rainy season’s embrace,Where clouds gather, and raindrops race,Children laugh, their spirits high,Splashing in puddles beneath the gray sky. Yet as the storms weave their gentle song,Parents, heed this advice, be strong.For while the rain brings joy and play,It also calls for care each day. Close the windows, secure the door,Keep…
Oh, my dear children, in shadows you stand,In Sierra Leone, I reach for your hand.Lost in the darkness, where fears softly creep,I cry out for you, my hearts in your keep. We’ve faced the fierce fires of Ebola’s cruel blaze,And weathered the storms of COVID’s harsh maze.When schools closed their doors and offices stayed shut,Our…
In a bustling city park, Mia often sat on the same bench every afternoon, immersed in her book. Little did she know, across the path, Jake had been stealing glances at her for weeks. He was captivated not just by her beauty but by the way she lost herself in the stories, her expressions shifting…
