Hidden from view, was her silent tears which flowed freely anytime she remembered home but no one cared to know as she held herself tight, and faced it alone. "Where did it go wrong?" The question she asked herself daily. I know a lady, whose childhood does not look like her future. She was a child who grew up with the heart of an adult. She grew up in a kind of system, where everyone despised her and the pain grew extensively. She tried to forget everything as she hummed her song, and blocked her ears with her hands to avoid the sounds she heard. Sometimes, she closed her eyes and tried to forget her fears, but she was losing her strength. "What kind of home is this?" Questions kept popping into her mind as she watched her parents in another argument. "I thought home is a place of peace but mine is a place of struggles, fear, tears, pains and noise" she kept saying to herself. The screams were getting louder and louder and she couldn't stand it anym...
Temilade Alokan Content Writer | Storyteller | Creative Author I’m a reflective content writer and storyteller who finds beauty in simple, intentional living. Beyond crafting lifestyle and motivational pieces, I’ve written fiction and longer stories that explore human emotions, growth, and faith. I’ve also contributed to an international writing group, where I collaborate with other writers on global storytelling projects. My writing blends words of hope, reconciliation and guide