A spark of inspiration

Earlier this week I was blessed to be gifted with inspiration. Through the words of someone I have never met, I found myself wanting to write. I can once again write. My deepest thanks goes to American Bedu for helping me find my writing self again.

My earlier posts was an out pouring of emotion from a time in my life I would not wish upon anyone, not even my enemy. I don't know what my posts will be about from now on, let alone how often I will post. All I know is that I'm back and what I'll post here will be a reflection of my thoughts on how I perceive the world I live in.

for the love of power

Today I learned how far and how much man will do for power. The lives of more than fifty men and women were snuffed for a mans' greed, to protect his wealth and power. The women were brutalised and killed along with the men, some were hastily buried in a prepared mass grave, the rest were left as they were. How have we, as a race of people have evolved like this? The question is not who is to blame? But what can we do? We have all become so detached and cocooned into our own lives, that we've forgotten how connected we are to each other. We've forgotten the age old tradition of respecting ones neighbours and treating others as you would unto yourself. I don't have the words to express how deeply my heart aches see one mans' disregard for life, because his actions is but a reflection of what we, as humans have become.