Everlyn Kabwe

TILL SPARKLED ✨️

As the night quiets,
so does my mind,
searching for rest
from the loud voices within.

I try to brush it off,
but reality hits
with its weight of negativity.

Still, somewhere deep inside,
the small spark of hope
keeps burning.

THIS GENDER

This gender have an agenda that makes them fight physically with the unknown

So many high level of GBV cases making everyone have high BP

Some don't pay attention to it because they think only those who have no vision practice it with an intention of winning

When they experience it they don't know how to handle it but end up being victims of GBV

This gender can make you forget your agenda with a question of no vision

let say no to GENDER BASED VIOLENCE
Practice peace



By GBV Facilitator Kabwe

Do you remember this story??

A QUEST SO MELODIOUSLY


Writer: Everlyn Kabwe

Birds of the same feathers flock together. So melodiously chishala and chimwemwe sings only the sky is the limit for them

Boundless friendship love that knew no Jealous. Mixed in a cruel quest for the inner beauty that produces a melody sound of love

A smile that makes the heart to forget it agony is how chimwemwe's heart makes the prince charming heart to melt

Chishala: Wow Chimwemwe have you seen how the prince charming is smiling as if there is no melody of distraction. How luck are you dear making him to dance to your tune of fake love. Do not forget our quest in the midst of this attraction that can not give you any satisfaction

Chimwemwe: How sad ; the only thing you can think of is that Myth of the existence of the trumpet( it sound gives the power of hope and distraction) What is wrong with you Chishala? I don't know you anymore

Chishala: You cannot understand anything at this point Chimwemwe one day you will understand. Some people when you keep giving them chances they will keep mistreating you as if you are trash like my name ( Chishala)

Chimwemwe: Don't you see that you are losing yourself in this cruel quest of the trumpet that we don't even know if it truly exist

Chishala: Hahahaha....Don't fall in love too much, don't lose yourself and mostly important do not forget our aim here sis. Love sound great when the right tune is been played by the right person. For your Infor go and ask your prince charming for we are here for the same quest hahaha

Chimwemwe: What are you talking about my prince charming is not like you. His smile cast a healing light that makes me to sing making him to melt and he praises me with his might power of healing

Chishala: Don't be fooled sometimes the heart can lie. The saying goes if you cannot beat them join them. That what he is doing. Love is like living by the edge. All this tunes that is giving yo..
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Uncertainty

There are countless of time you will want to count how far you are progressing.

If you are doing well than your friends or if you are the BOSS.

In the actual word you want to always be YOU meaning you want to be the TOPIC.

Praises are what you seek without VALIDALITY,

The lines which you have set for what you wish and want doesn't aline with your daily routine.

Its PROCRASTINATION after PROCRASTINATION , its YOU after YOU only you.

Draw the line of your success and well being ,remember self inflicted pain kills so do not compare yourself to others but be open to learn and adapt.

Adapt to an environment that does not risky your well been and self conscious.

It is not always a mandatory that you will be the TOPIC but learn to be an example, been the TOPIC will not favour sometimes but bring more trouble , when you are not having the CHARACTER that a TOPIC person must have.

Be your own BOSS but have a MINDSET of a LEADER.

The key to success you hold , use it well and do what it takes to avoid 'I will do it tomorrow ' tomorrow never comes for the tomorrow I will do it BUT it comes for those who put in more effort for yesterday and today'

Yours Everlyn kabwe

PATIENCE

You could have had patience with me,
You could have waited a little longer.

Who had the strength
To hold on to something already breaking?
Who had the time
Waiting for the dawn, just to sleep the pain away?

The smile fades,
This face can’t fake it anymore.
A laughing stock ,
Still believing .
what an embarrassment.

Hoping it would be different,
But the view never changed.
So innocent is my little heart,
Drowning in its own tears.
Healing itself in a fairy too far to reach.

Locked 🔒 within,
Yet burning through silent tears.
So naive my little heart.
A mind in dilemma,
Trapped in its own lockdown state.

I MISS
I miss the rain jokes , the ones that felt like a quiet sparkle within me.

They were always just out of reach, yet somehow they felt real , even though they weren’t.

I miss that calm voice too.
It sparkled something in me, but in the end, it was only an illusion.

I wish it had been real.
But it was all just a part of wishing,
a fragile space where nothing truly existed.
And then I realized
or rather, I woke up.