WHY ARE THEY SINGLE
Because They Finally Came to Peace with The Fact That the World Has Ended Many Times for Them but It Always Begins Again in The Morning.
Author: Eva Mwangi
I am an enthusiastic young lady focused on conquering the life challenges ahead. I never COMPARE myself to others because I know that is a BATTLE I can never win.
NAUGHTY WISHES
Let me grab the sheets and surrender to your untamed empire of wild trails and beliefs.The art of seduction is knowing what they really want and slowly giving it to them in a way that takes their breathe away.
BECAUSE
What sets you apart can sometimes feel like a burden and it’s not. And a lot of the time it’s what makes you great. Just because your path is different doesn’t mean you are lost. People will walk in and out of your life but the once that really matter leave footprints.
LOST HOPE
You are a crayon because you are a shade of so many colors. And the best thing to note is that broken crayons still color.
CONFUSED LADY
All she needed to know was that not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path.
CONFLICT
She looked ahead and realized the fire that she had sought for so long was residing in her because she was not made with a lightness in her tongue so she can be easy to swallow rather, she was made heavy with a mix of gold and silver, difficult to forget but not easy for the mind to emulate
DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS
Ships don’t sink because of the water that surrounds them; Ships sink because of the water that gets in them. Don’t let what is happening around you get inside you and weigh you down.
THE JOURNEY TO SELF DISCOVERY
She looked ahead and realized the fire that she had sought for so long was residing in her because she was not made with a lightness in her tongue so she can be easy to swallow rather, she was made heavy with a mix of gold and silver, difficult to forget but not easy for the mind to emulate.
MISS WAVES JOURNEY 1
If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world but if I do not want me, the world is nothing but shatters and endings.
MY SOULMATE PART 1
He asked himself as he tried to jot down a few sentences because life had taught him that you talk to women in sentences and paragraphs and not lines.
THE OTHER SIDE
My story remains buried because no one will let me tell it!
MY HOLY WATER
I was not lusting over him, I was admiring what the Lord had blessed him with.
MISS WAVES CHRONICLES 