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  • The Trio And Thank You!

    The Trio And Thank You!


    It took awhile for me to say,

    My two best friends,

    Gift you their all,

    You know their names, allow me to say.

    You know Carla in Ghana,

    My friend so dear,

    She is the teacher,

    Her days are blessed.

    Then there’s Julianna,

    The mum of four,

    She holds nothing back,

    Just tips to help.

    Each day we chat,

    Each day we try,

    To bring truth here,

    And show no fear.

    So do engage and let us know,

    If pleased you are, to hear such truths,

    We shared it all, to build real bridges,

    We love you all, across life’s ridges.

    Thank You 🙏

    By Julius Fa

    ©July 2025

  • The Strength of a Black Mother: Navigating Life with Faith and Resilience

    The Strength of a Black Mother: Navigating Life with Faith and Resilience


    Being a strong Black woman with four young children is a journey filled with love, laughter, and countless challenges. Each day is a delicate balance between nurturing, guiding, and sacrificing, all while ensuring my own well-being. It’s not just about managing daily routines—it’s about instilling values, protecting innocence, and preparing my children for a world […]

    The Strength of a Black Mother: Navigating Life with Faith and Resilience
  • Parenting as a Team: How Mothers and Fathers Can Work Together

    Parenting as a Team: How Mothers and Fathers Can Work Together


    Parenting is one of the most rewarding yet challenging roles, and when both parents work as a team, it creates a nurturing environment for children to thrive. Collaboration, communication, and mutual support are the cornerstones of effective co-parenting. Here’s how mothers and fathers can parent together as a strong team: 1. Establish Shared Goals Discuss […]

    Parenting as a Team: How Mothers and Fathers Can Work Together
  • 111. Days Like This.

    111. Days Like This.


    Days like this, make me smile,

    Days like this, brings me bliss,

    Days like tppphis, seems so short,

    Days like this, fills my heart.

    Days like this, won’t last long,

    Days like this, change my mind,

    Days like this, spring is kind,

    Days like this, brings me life.

    Days like this, heals my wounds,

    Days like this, makes me write,

    Days like this, wipes my tears,

    Days like this, fear is gone.

    Days like this, might return,

    Days like this, youth seems done,

    Days like this, grow we must,

    Days like this, wish you well.

    By Julius Fa

    ©March2024

  • Fishing For Time


    It please me so, to sit and wait,
    A hat to wear, my rod to bear,
    The bait is hooked, the trap is set,
    Now all to do, is wait and stare.

    Upon this pier, its woods so old,
    My seat is hard, my thoughts mislay,
    The heat is scorching, my skin now tans,
    My shirt is soaked, with sweat around.

    I feel so tense, my mind of wonder,
    I can’t sit still, my gut is rumbled,
    My throat feels dry, a drink is needed,
    The rum hits home, my mood elated.

    The sun dips low, in skies above me,
    The stars now show, my bait before me,
    No fish to take, my dinner evades me,
    My wish now spoken, in words of prayer.

    So still I wait, no time be regretted,
    A path was chosen, for me I’m hoping,
    To live life well, no need for rushing,
    The bait sinks deep, the trap is taken.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • A Good Friend!


    I wished him well, this friend of mine,
    He packed his bags, the past behind,
    With head now bold, no fear to hold,
    He shook my hand, his path to mold.

    For ten long years, we walked in two,
    We shared life’s joys, with bitterness too,
    We fought life’s hell, to find our place,
    With hope in front, and yesterday’s sorrows behind.

    I told him things, long held inside,
    I showed him Grace, that love of mine,
    We dined at nine, with laughter in kind,
    The wine flowed on, our friendship so strong.

    The years passed by, our teens now gone,
    With a wife awaiting, your hands for taking,
    You found true love, my happiness in doves,
    With a kiss you sealed, your future now found.

    I walk these streets, with time still rushed,
    My courage to meet, my moment I’ve missed,
    Your place now sound, with love around,
    My Grace to bind, my future unkind.

    With tears I cry, in sadness and want,
    A friend I’ve lost, my past undone,
    A face too dull, tomorrow to burn,
    I wish him well, this friend I miss.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • The Fear To Say!


    Some sing, some dance to please the rest,
    Others toy, we frown to state our case,
    Few yelled, men act to show their fame,
    I watched, they smiled to read my best.

    Sun shines this day, too bright and zest,
    Mind fresh from rest, its best undone,
    Flesh out to test, their tan compress,
    They smile today, for spring express.

    Attitudes change with time, for stress is less,
    Wings spread to fly, no frost to stop,
    Skies clear above, no clouds to impress,
    Hope high within, this life once sinned.

    My words so mixed, it sends you near,
    My gift this day, some dare to stare,
    My mind so full, you choose to read,
    My hope in you, you smile and care.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • Winter Fades & Summer Comes!


    Standing here, faces pale,
    Winter’s cold, summer’s warmth,
    Gentle breeze, stormy rain,
    Singing praise, spinning tales.

    I knew a man, who spoke with heart,
    He showed life’s pain, and searched hope’s gain,
    He favored love, but laid no bridge,
    For want to self, to please the rest.

    He wore his shame, unfazed by blame,
    He made no noise, just toiled in vain,
    To please himself, he pleased them first,
    To stop a fight, he closed his mind.

    They found no wrong, within his veins,
    He sort no pity, upon life’s kitty,
    They frowned with haste, he turned with praise,
    To cut him down, they wished him harm.

    He asked no reward, when Grace came to town,
    They fell down hard, when Grace swung her sword,
    He tried to plead, when Grace lowered their knees,
    For true was he, to they who mislead.

    They found no fault, in him who begged,
    They humbled their minds, to shower their love,
    He asked no wage, just walked on tall,
    They banished their fear, and welcomed him here.

    Chasing tales, spinning webs,
    Summer’s sun, flowers rise,
    Winter’s wind, heading south,
    Standing still, seeking hope.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • Must Change My Ways…


    I found no peace, I did not rest,
    I think this space, as got me test,
    I rush all day, my mind protest,
    I cannot wait, I won’t distress.

    Around me now, my sides all pressed,
    The air compress, my lungs suppress,
    I no not why, my days so stress,
    I see no wrong, my want of less.

    I sort no fame, about life’s game,
    I shone no light, on me this night,
    I walk not free, in fields of trees,
    I can’t escape, this fate in cape.

    I walk then run, the sun now turns,
    My cage undone, my rage is gone,
    I spread my arms, my wings unformed,
    I seek a peep, in times of meek.

    I do not claim, to be dismayed,
    I twist my world, to be involved,
    For want of gain, this must be main,
    I call you names, my mind insane.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • Within My Face…..


    They keep on coming, I can’t explain why.
    In search of what, my norm revealing all.
    They read and view, their minds thinking still,
    I know not why, their time is spent here?

    I face the world, its ways are often wide,
    I shared so much, their lust wanting more,
    They look and judge, my ways without knowing why,
    I just march on, for time is coming soon.

    For long I’ve cried, for unity amongst us,
    But greed took hold, your pride always disguised,
    I fled in shame, your nature unto me,
    “You faked your ways,” my heart often said.

    So learn again, the grace once we shared,
    My face shall shine, with joy without end,
    We stand unite, with hands fasten and bond,
    Our wounds shall heal, for God loves us still.

    By Julius Fa
    © 2011

  • The Weight of Broken Promises in a Swipe Right World.

    The Weight of Broken Promises in a Swipe Right World.




    Hello my beautiful people,

    Yesterday, I sat in a quiet corner of a cafe here in Accra, holding the hands of a dear friend while she wept. Her heart had just been shattered by the one person she trusted most. He had cheated.

    Sitting there with her, listening to the raw, suffocating grief in her voice, I was struck by how incredibly fragile trust is, and how uniquely difficult it is to protect it in our current culture, especially when we are caught between modern dating and our deep African roots.

    In our West African heritage, whether in Senegal or Ghana, a relationship is rarely just about two individuals. When two people come together, two families merge. There is a profound weight of community, of shared history, and of collective honor. Growing up in Dakar, I was taught the value of sutura, a beautiful Wolof concept of discretion, dignity, and protecting the sanctity of the home. We are taught to build relationships that are meant to last generations, rooted in mutual respect.

    But we now live in a strange era that constantly clashes with these traditional values. We are navigating a time where connection is supposedly at our fingertips, yet true, enduring intimacy feels rarer than ever. Modern day relationships face a unique set of challenges. We are surrounded by screens that offer the constant illusion of endless options. A simple message on an app, a hidden conversation, a fleeting moment of weakness amplified by how accessible everything and everyone has become.

    Sometimes it feels like society has commodified love. We are taught to treat partners almost like upgrades on a phone plan. If it gets difficult, the world whispers that there is always someone newer and less complicated just a click away. This disposable mindset is the exact opposite of the deep, rooted commitment our ancestors practiced.

    When a partner cheats today, it is a profound fracture of trust. Ndeysaan, the pain I saw in my friend’s eyes was not just about the physical betrayal. It was the betrayal of her reality. Furthermore, as African women, we sometimes face the cultural pressure of mougne, the expectation to endure silently, to swallow our pain, and to keep the family together at all costs. It makes you question your own worth and your ability to judge character. It is a thief that steals your peace.

    In these moments of deep, agonizing betrayal, the modern world often tells us to seek revenge, while culture might tell us to just endure the unacceptable. C’est dur. It is so incredibly hard to find the right path when you are pulled in so many different directions.

    But our faith calls us to a higher standard. It calls us to seek God for our ultimate healing and wisdom. Whether a relationship can be repaired after such a devastating breach is a deeply personal journey. It requires immense prayer, professional counsel, and true, active repentance from the one who broke the trust. Sometimes, the healthiest and most faithful choice is to walk away and rebuild your life. Other times, by a sheer miracle of grace, a couple can rebuild from the ashes.

    Regardless of the outcome, the healing of the individual soul only comes from the One who binds up the brokenhearted. When human promises fail us, and when cultural expectations feel too heavy to carry, we have to lean entirely on the promises of God. He reminds us that our worth is not defined by how someone else treated us, nor by our relationship status in the community. Our value is eternal, set in stone by the Creator who loves us perfectly.

    If you are walking through this specific kind of fire right now, please know that you are not alone, and the shame does not belong to you. Take your time to grieve. Lean on your true community. And most importantly, lean on Him.

    May you always know your profound worth in the eyes of God, and may you be surrounded by relationships rooted in unwavering honesty, loyalty, and grace.

    Carla


    Copyright © 2026 Carla Ndiaye. All rights reserved.

  • The Kitchen Table Rule: How to Build a Parental Support Hub, Not Just an Audience.


    How do you build loyal subscribers? Hello my loves, I received an email the other day from a younger woman who is just starting her own writing journey. She asked me a very practical, business sounding question. She asked, “Julianna, how do you build loyal subscribers?” I had to smile, because when I look at […]

    The Kitchen Table Rule: How to Build a Parental Support Hub, Not Just an Audience.

  • The Hidden Hunger: Parenting Through the Shadows of Poverty.


    Go on a walk today and share a photo of something that catches your eye. Hello my loves, Last week was the May half term. The weather here in East London was a relentless heatwave, bringing glorious sunshine for some, but a stifling, inescapable heat for others. For many of us, a sunny holiday week […]

    The Hidden Hunger: Parenting Through the Shadows of Poverty.
  • The Lion in the Courtyard and the Dream of Pages.

    The Lion in the Courtyard and the Dream of Pages.


    What’s the first book you ever finished and still remember to this day? Hello my wonderful people, There is a specific magic in the pages of the very first book you read from cover to cover. It is a milestone that changes you. For me, that memory is anchored in the warm, dusty courtyard of […]

    The Lion in the Courtyard and the Dream of Pages.

  • The Heavy Lifting of Modern Motherhood


    What’s the first book you ever finished and still remember to this day? Hello my loves, I was sitting on the edge of my bed last night, scrolling through my phone while Julius was brushing his teeth, and I just had to put the device face down on the mattress and close my eyes. The […]

    The Heavy Lifting of Modern Motherhood

  • The Twenty Four Hour Dream: Securing the Future and Spreading the Joy.


    If you had an unlimited budget for 24 hours, what would you do? Hello my loves, Someone recently posed a hypothetical question that completely derailed my afternoon. The question was simple but wild: “If you had an unlimited budget for exactly twenty four hours, what would you do?” At first, my mind went blank. Then, […]

    The Twenty Four Hour Dream: Securing the Future and Spreading the Joy.

  • The Giant Shark That Stole My Heart.


    What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving? Hello my wonderful people, Let me set the scene for you. It is a Friday night in Accra. I have just survived a week of teaching fractions to children who would rather be doing literally anything else. My brain is completely fried. The lovely […]

    The Giant Shark That Stole My Heart.

  • The Extraordinary Answer to an Impossible Question


    What is the meaning of life? Hello my loves, It is the ultimate question, isn’t it? The one philosophers and poets have wrestled with for centuries. What is the meaning of life? I used to think the answer had to be grand. A massive achievement, a global impact, a name written in history books. But […]

    The Extraordinary Answer to an Impossible Question

  • Finding North on a Humid Day


    What gives you direction in life? Hello my loves, I’m writing this from my little desk by the window, a cup of iced tea sweating onto the wood. The air in East London today is thick and heavy, the kind of humid, hot weather that makes you feel like you’re walking through warm water. It’s […]

    Finding North on a Humid Day

  • The Risk of the Small ‘Yes’.


    When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out? Hello my beautiful people, We often think of risk as a grand, dramatic gesture. Quitting a job, moving across an ocean (which, I suppose I’ve done), or making a bold, life altering declaration. Those are the mountain sized risks, the ones […]

    The Risk of the Small ‘Yes’.
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