Confession… or The Rules of Writing
I don’t think there are any rules. Just fall in love with writing. I just sent this message to an acquaintance. I...
Read out allThe Christmas Album
These songs have travelled with me through many seasons of faith, family, and quiet worship. Some are centuries old, some more recent, and one is my own. This album is...
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Valentine’s Day Poem for David 2019
Read in Daphne voice (curp) Roses can be red Violets are purple I think it’s wonderful that I’m half of this couple
Read out allStories Part Two 01.11.2020
Share your story here… This is what my blog post page says. When I start typing, that encouragement disappears, kind of like...
Read out allSurviving Africa
All along I thought I was supposed to come here. Meeting Laban and Alice when I was five or six years old....
Read out allThe Girl on the Bridge 12.04.19
A girl stands on a bridge. Below her speeds the dual carriageway, running fast into the future she doesn’t want to meet....
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When Love Kills (Audio – readthrough)
Mally reading through When Love Kills (adapted by Arfaan Bholim from The Thrill of Love by Amanda Whittington) https://anchor.fm/thinkspeakrun/episodes/When-Love-Kills—Read-through-by-Mally-Tamale-Sali-ec6htn
Read out allAbout… Me
Hi. I’m Mally. I’m 32, and I’m a wife and a mother of four. I love to sing, act and write. I...
Read out allAIA – Bible is the undisputed Word of God
The Bible is the undisputed Word of God and the lamp unto our feet. Can you back what you are saying with...
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June GNP article final 2019
By virtue of being Isaac’s firstborn, Esau has both the birthright and the blessing that come from that position. But the Bible...
Read out allPoetic Injustice 28.08.2020
Do I have to Wait Until I’m sixty Or dead For anyone to recognise What passed before Their eyes Unseen Unnoticed Beautiful...
Read out allBeginning the Process 07.03.2021
Oh my God. So here we go. Oh my God. Oh my God ; a phrase I was never allowed to say...
Read out allDay Break (fast) 27/28.08.2020
The morning serves up Steaming hot bowls Of her ladled self. We are not asked to comment; Only for thankfulness As she...
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