Childlike Heart

 By Yousra, Morocco When we are born, we enter the world as a tabula rasa: nothing is written on us. We have only a future, no past. That is the meaning of innocence. We lose our childlike innocence as time passes, as we grow up and experience the world. I, as a child, was purely … Continue reading Childlike Heart

WARRING KIN by Ifeoluwa, Nigeria

I was eleven years old when I woke to the sound of bullet cartridges pattering on the iron sheet roof of our home. It was 15 years ago.  From that moment everything I had known about this small town, Ile-Ife, where I was born in Nigeria , changed forever. Life as I knew it came … Continue reading WARRING KIN by Ifeoluwa, Nigeria