Should freelance writers accept all manner of projects or should they focus on their respective niches? To Niche, or not to Niche? It is always tough to choose between the money and the box. Weigh your choices right here.
The story of Jonah demonstrates the typical reaction of many people called into Ministry. But this is for the people who have no idea what they’ve gotten themselves into. Others start willingly but then once the storms come blowing in, they head for the hills! My story perfectly fits into both categories. People know me... Continue Reading →
Nobody can choose a parent but am proud of my dad. He accepted his calling and followed his heart. My love for him cannot be determined by a career. Every job has got its positive and negatives. All that I care about is whether he is happy and fulfilled.
Along the way, I have learnt that some words weigh more compared to others. Certain words have the power to inspire people to action. In the same way, depending on the event, some words have the power to draw the right people to you.
An incompetent doctor almost killed Ms. Nancy. Take a moment to process that statement. Does it make your spine shudder? Feel that twist in your abdomen? It is commonly known as ‘Lord-am-scared-for-my-dear-life’ feeling. For another moment, picture yourself in Ms. Nancy’s shoe. You have never studied medicine or pharmacy, heck you can’t even read. You’re... Continue Reading →
A young confident lady came knocking at my door the other day. She wore brown stockings on her head, tights under a short flair dress, plastic doll shoes and carried a shopping bag on her wrists. Based on her appearance, I assumed she was seeking a gardening job. But no. She was here to sell... Continue Reading →
Yaaasss! Wisdom of Living is officially three years old! We have not yet legally attained the legal drinking age, so we are raising our milk bottles to all our loyal readers. Thank you! Thank you! And cheers to you lovelies. Let's talk about finding a writer's voice.
Mark suddenly stopped calling just when I had become accustomed to his voice. He talked to everyone but me. I should have let it breathe but instead, I got proactive. So I called him. After all, he had always called, so why not return the favour. At first, he sounded thrilled to hear my voice; but the more I called, the more distant he became.