The Writings of Norah

I think the phrase “if you want to be happy, always be yourself” is so highly overrated. As far back as Eve in her first sin of deceit to Adam, or Delilah with her seduction game to Samson, or the more notorious historical figure of Elizabeth Bathory “the blood countess”. She who claimed to need the blood of innocent girls to stay young, or we can speak on the more modern day Victoria Beckham who kept insisting she has natural boobs to her fans for so long. Let us come home to Africa and put into limelight all those young women who have made the decision to glean happiness from their dreary day to day lives.  Well the above examples could be better considering how most of them met their end, but in their favor they were absolutely certain of the gain at the moments of those monstrous deceits and were happy in the decisions. Women are the kings of charade. Over the centuries, they have mastered the fine art of masquerade to perfection. This could be seen with African mothers t...

Power in possession is like a house pig at a dump No matter how trained, how clean, dirt is always ideal Power suits, ties, and corporate briefcases, eager for a rump Courting, mating, procreating all without an appeal Hopefuls all eager to suit up in the gooey gruesome grub Pledges, speeches, oaths, all made before the communion The cup awaits, frantic, all battling for the broth Drinking, eating while covering treason in layers of onion For the pain to unravel, the pig will surely concede Deep, ducking into the murky pond of the spoils For more were before and much more to proceed We met it like that! The dunk an inherent choice It is clear, put in a sty one will get dirty And out of it, the pig will produce dirt And to dunk in ones dunk, its respect shown at thirty And besides they met it like that, this path of dirt

Years of piled up pain, decades of covert hatred Pages after pages of documented hostile peace treaties Passed on from leaders to lesser, hearts to history books From father to child, the flame of unrest burning Burning up the last vestiges of calm, growing Growing far bigger than the dreams of grandeur of A young, adolescent girl. The melodies of armistice Turning into cacophonies of hate, and hate, Hate is just like a chainsaw awaiting its handler To wield its ferocity through vast forest of humanity Obliterating even the unsuspecting The Blames, the Blight, the Strife, the Strikes Soaking up the hearts, diluting the soul into 'Nanonites of insubstantiality'. The body turn apart Dragged down into turbulent murderous tsunami of treachery Unwilling to change, unprepared to forgive Resting their tush on all the wrongs of yesterday Failing to grow, failing to develop, failing to provide A basic atmosphere of serenity for which the Children of earth could ...

I used an hour to write this for my first ever online competition, lots of mistakes and also missing a chunk of material due to poor editing. But im so glad i did this. WATCH OUT FOR THE FULL DEVELOPMENT ON THIS STORY. check this website for the short story.... http://corruptionwatchconnected.org/show/my-corruption-free-africa/post/123/needle-guilt--by-ndenge-norah

Do you go along pointing out peoples faults or better still do i? Do we compliment ourselves forgetting the rest? What is sin? Or what is not sin? Picking popular prejudiced sides or thronging with those that do all The right? Traipsing through tunnels of morality all the while mind blocking All that which we have omitted. Why do we keep looking at our reflections in the pool, all the while Only seeing the shadows lurking behind Why do we not see the it in us? choosing to chase out the shadows inside Before running after that which is out? Most at times life is just a rose, we are the ones making weapons out of it. Casting blames when it is possible just to be plain, yes being yes and no is no All that et cetera. We go about faulting colonialism for our underdevelopment, forgetting to t hank slavery for all our strength. Difficult, I know, but one thing to note, We all have sinned Ponder well! you’ll see.

Battle- ready, weapons drawn The children of morality march Not with canon, not with drones Ethics and principles will they launch A fight against corruption A war zone with no boundaries Doctrines of old, the scholars’ option  Purging through all territories Retribution, retribution A bribe taken, an evil spawn A shadow now, a ghost always Fight it! Battle till dawn Corruption the wolves will howl Anti- we all should scream For a plague we must remove Or to dust with all our dreams

The female African cup of nations to be hosted this November, in Cameroon is an event that will bring together people from all walks of life and ethnicity. The cities of Limbe, Douala, and Yaounde will in particular during this period be at its peak in tourism and commerce. Hotels, restaurants, shops and petty traders are in for a business height this year. Cameroon is in for a change and development. Now the tick of the matter for me is not Cameroon per se. I want you, the visitors, to be able to get the most out of your AFCON experience. From lodging to safety, then fun and entertainment. Here are some basic seven tips that could make a world of difference. ·        - Pre planning: Make hotel reservations ahead of time. It’s not just any trip, it’s a trip spurred by an event, and so, many others are also on the roll. To avoid disappointment and uncomfortable lodging arrangements you have to make arrangements ahead of time. There are several hotels that have ...