How-to Manual — One thing you do learn earlier on, from the school of hard knocks, as a freelance writer, and worse, as an independent author, is that the income you make, is directly tied to the effort you put in towards pushing your work; yourself and your brand. Being an indie author…

Letters To Oludhe — Letters To Oludhe When you found yourself on unfamiliar ground; Was it fear that drove you, Or was it hope that this new land, Would one day feel familiar? © Oganga Mangiti I constantly appreciate the love and support. My debut poetry anthology, “Love & Pain,” is on the darkness…

Wednesday Feels — A lot of who we are now; started with you; from the poems long written and now, mostly forgotten; that only belonged to us, and you kept safe, locked away, as a reminder of how deep we once felt. You are the girl I met, while coming of age. You…

Short Poems — Maybe It’s Time To Let You Go What if I’m meddling with fate, And the more I hold on to you; The more I interfere; With what, was already written? I believed a lot to be chance, But maybe we got lost, And should never have lasted this long; Maybe we fooled fate…

Short Poems — Stay With Me I’ve watched you come and go, So many times; That I’m scared of holding on to you so close; I’m loving you loosely, Knowing you won’t make a home of here; But every single time I call out to you, I hope you stay with me. ©…

Letters To Oludhe — Letters To Oludhe They came calling, They came in the night; They brought promises of grandeur; When they left at dawn, We had nothing; Not even promises to hold on to; All hope was lost. © Oganga Mangiti I constantly appreciate the love and support. Self-published author of “Love &…

Poetry Commission — A Toast To Hurst It’s a Saturday evening; I’m watching a sun-set for the first time this week; The cold and rain, has been unpredictable; But mostly cold; The lockdown has left most of us at odds; We meet when we can; Beside me the table is an empty glass; As I move…