Understanding your partner is very important and difficult. One needs to be mentally prepared to work hard and successfully succeed in understanding your partner or else that relationship will drain you.
After an hour of watching a romantic comedy on Netflix, I said to myself, ''hey, why not write a little something about this''. Its a an attraction at first sight one so strong and maybe should've never happened.
Why does love or liking someone have to be so much emotional work?
Things happen in strange ways sometimes.
Are Namibian teachers actually doing enough? Are they really grooming learners into good future leaders? Are they role models? Is the educational ministry training teachers enough? Is the educational ministry of Namibia playing it's role?
After years of being exposed to various types of communities in Namibia I have come to pick up similar traits and I think it's high time we address issues that may hinder the development of the country and the people of Namibia.
This poem is about a college romance who dance their way into making love through music.
This short story explain 's a dominant and submissive relationship, quiet sad if you ask me Quit sad if you ask me.
This story is based on a man that has fallen inlove with his neighbors daughter. Read how we describes her.
This poem is dedicated to all men that love their books. Keep reading those books, please do take care of them as they can be your strongest motivation.
I see people of all age types that are so insecure and look down on themselves. I say to hell with that it's time you learn to love yourself and be you.
If red flags are more than the green flags, honestly just run and never look back.
This is a poem that teaches that one should not settle to be appreciated for their physical appearance, rather they should be appreciated for who they really are.
This poem tells a story about a young soccer player admired by a friend. Many Namibian boys play soccer on the roads of their streets and very few in river beds that have been cleared up because there are little or no parks in informal settlements that have soccer fields.
This is a poem about women hope you like it and can relate it.
Most of us are held captive either by people, social context or ourselves. However, one thing is certain. We all long for emancipation.
Love is very complicated. High school love is complicated. Take a look at mine.
Just this week in my country a sex tape went viral on all social media platforms. This then lead to hundreds of women posting all nasty things on social media about how dirty the couple was and how she was not good at sex. This poem encourages women to do better.
This is a narrative poem that tells the story of how a lady was swept off her feet by a bank clerk.
This poem is about a girl who lived with a family member that abuses her sexually and emotionally. In my country this situations are likely to happen and not only to girls but boys too. It needs to come to and end and this victims should be encouraged to stand up for what is right and have hope.
It's incredible that we do not appreciate certain people or things in our lives. Is it that we do not know how to say "thank you" or we just do not see their or its value.
I sometimes wonder how some people get it so right to just harm people and totally be okay with it. I hope this poem will help you treat people the way that you want to be treated
Many people are trying to find their source of happiness. Although many of us already have it we still search for it. Weird! Nevertheless, this poems tells its audience that they too can be happy and it will not cost much.
This poem focuses on a child's love for her mother. She tells us what her mom is like. She tells us why she loves her mother.
If you follow me you might have read my first poem tittled "The Next Time I Fall In Love", well I think I was begining to fall inlove with guy number three, someone new. However, my first ex love is back and I dont knwobhow to feel. Does this mean I never got over him.
So many Namibian people are living in poverty for many years now. It's quite sad seeing a 15 year old boy selling sweets on the streets instead of going to school. The. Namibian government is doing it's best to fight poverty with the Harambee Prosperity Plan. I pray it ends soon all over the world.
Ow my! My first kiss. I do not know about boys but a girls first kiss is very important. Especially with when it's with the one they love or have a crush on. One never really knows when it will happen but it will. Mine was unexpected.
This poem describes how a lady fell in love with a man that had no intention in getting to know her or even give effort. At this point she has tried, she has done her part but she will not force him to do his part because if he wanted to he could have.
Over the years I have noticed that so many people do not know the History of Namibia and it is quite sad because we only learn for one reason; We learn history so we do not repeat the mistakes of the past.
This poem is dedicated to the topic, Plant Reproduction, in biology.
It's quite phenomenal how we claim to love someone or something but in some unfortunate cases one is asked why they love that someone or something they they give you a sad answer?
For many years now we have been so focused on educating and protecting the rights of the girl-child and this is truly amazing. However, this has led to the neglectance of the boy-child. Moreover, this poem educates and raises awareness for the boy-child. As their lives matter too.
This poem focuses on a woman who was raped by a man. He was no stranger due to the fact that, they have been communicating for weeks. She was in love with his genuine smile and genuine gestures. And yet again she asks why, why did he have to commit such an evil act even after she said no?
This poem focuses on a young woman that has been in love twice. Her first love was majestic, pure and impossible however, her second love was beautiful, painful and possible but she got hurt. So she sits on her bed on a warm summer night and thinks about how she wants her next love life to be like.