Walk the Talk

“Go away! You don’t belong here.” Bola braced herself against the cold wind and harsh words of the man in front of her as she watched him haul out her clothes and books, not even bothering to pack them into bags or suitcases. As the realization that the only real family she had left had thrown her out hit her, she wiped a lone tear from her cheek. “This will be the last time that I cry because of you.” To be honest, it had been a tiring couple of years. After her mother’s bet

Who am I? Why was I created? What’s my purpose here on earth? Wait, do I even have a purpose? These are questions I’m pretty sure we’ve all asked at some point or the other in life for whatever reason and sometimes, it can prove to be really frustrating to not have ready answers to these questions. Today, however, we’ll be doing our best to erase those frustrations by answering all of the above questions, starting from the last. We’ll be going in this order because identifyin

Anna Lee thought she would throw up all the food she had eaten at the hotel earlier as the taxi maneuvered the bumpy road leading to the airport. She’d been so busy attending meetings, taking calls, writing up reports and running errands for the past five days that all she wanted to do now was fly back home and collapse into bed; but now, it seemed her innards would be the one to collapse into her lap. She rolled her eyes in frustration for the umpteenth time as the driver br