LOVERS’ GROOVE As she strolled through the vibrant market, Amira’s eyes accidentally met his – Khalil, the charming flower vendor. Amidst the bustling crowd, time stood still. His warm smile and gentle gaze captured her heart. Enchanted, Amira found herself returning to the market every day, exchanging sweet glances and whispered words with Khalil. Their…
By: Elizabeth A. Kaine In a heart-to-heart conversation with my sisters, on sister-to-sister talk, I realized that breast cancer awareness is more than just a campaign – it’s a lifeline. Our sisterly chat sparked a crucial discussion about the alarming breast cancer statistics in Sierra Leone. We shared stories, fears, and hopes, and I knew…
By: Elizabeth A. KaineYour resilience is a wonder to behold A pillar of strength, your story untold With every sunrise, you face the day With courage and hope, you pave the way Your children look up to you with eyes so wide Their dependence on you, their sole guide You work and you strive, through…
By: Elizabeth A. Kaine It was a warm summer evening when they first met. Sophia, a bookstore owner, was hosting a poetry reading event, and Jack, a traveling writer, happened to stumble upon it. As he listened to her read her own poetry, he was captivated by her voice and the sparkle in her eyes….
Sister to sister talk By: Elizabeth A. Kaine Welcome to our “Sister to Sister Talk” series, where we explore topics that matter most to women in Sierra Leone. In this article, we’ll delve into the world of female empowerment and entrepreneurship, highlighting both the positive and negative impacts on our society. Hey, sis! Let’s talk…
By: Elizabeth A. Kaine In hidden corners, tobacco’s deadly sway Lures second-class smokers, night and day No fancy lounges, no designated space Just street corners, where nicotine’s toxic embrace Their habit’s strong, their options few Public spaces, where tobacco’s dangers brew No escape from the risks they face Secondhand smoke, a constant, deadly pace The…
By Elizabeth A. Kaine In Sierra Leone’s land of pride Where laws are made, to be our guide But some take matters, into their own hands And justice falters, in shifting sands We must not take, the law into our own might For vengeance and rage, only lead to endless night We must respect, the…
Poem by Betty Kaine In Sierra Leone’s lush and fertile land Where diamonds shine, and gold does stand Where rivers flow, and oceans abound A food crisis grips, a people’s wound With iron ore, and bauxite too Our riches abound, but what to do? When bellies ache, and plates are bare Our natural wealth, can’t…
By: Elizabeth Kaine In Freetown’s streets, the struggle’s real A crisis brews, a people’s appeal For food to eat, for bellies to fill A basic need, a fundamental will The markets bare, the shelves laid low A scarcity that nobody knows How to face, how to overcome The pangs of hunger, the ache of want…
Behind closed doors, a secret lies A truth hidden from prying eyes A heart once full, now broken and worn A soul tormented, forever torn The smile that hides, the pain within The whispered cries, the silent screams begin The fear that grips, the heart that bleeds The love that’s lost, the trust that’s freed…
