Tag: walkingshadowpoetrykenya
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SECRET TRUTH ABOUT INTROVERTS AND WHAT YOU DID NOT KNOW.
Understanding Introverts My name is Precious Owoko the founder of Walking Shadow Poetry and a living proof that introverts can shine on big stages without losing their authentic selves. As an introvert, my strength lies not in constant noise but in the power of intentional words, deep emotional connection, and transformative storytelling. At the same…
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Bridge of Redemption book by Precious Owoko.
Sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows, spilling warm colors across the quiet church. Meanwhile, the soft creak of wooden pews echoed faintly as people shifted in their seats. In the front row, Daniel knelt, his head low and his fingers locked so tightly that his hands ached. For years, he had carried the heavy weight…
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Faith That Fought Back: Ruth’s Rise in Unbroken.
About: “Ruth’s Journey from Turmoil to Triumph” Preface. My name is Ruth, and my life has been a journey through storms and deserts, with moments of brief respite under clear skies. As the firstborn in a family of seven, I bore the weight of responsibilities far beyond my years. Each of my siblings came from…
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THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK. The Tongue CAN Crush a Soul.
Be silent in anger, when fire fills your chest,For rage often speaks what is far from our best.Be silent when stories are missing some parts,For words built on rumors can shatter soft hearts. Be silent when facts have not yet been confirmed,Or when harsh assumptions haven’t been earned.Be silent if truth would offend or degradeA…
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Unspoken Truth about DADDY WOUNDS CAN REALLY MESS YOU UP
I needed you, but you weren’t there,Not just your body, your love, your care.You were a shadow behind closed doors,Present in name, but nothing more. You taught me silence, not with words,But by the things I never heard.No “I’m proud,” no “I see you grow,”Just empty stares, and “I told you so.” You held the…
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A soul built very strong from a broken stone.
Mum died when I was just six years old,Her arms still warm but turning cold.She left behind more than her nameA newborn brother, fragile, unnamed. Two weeks old, he barely knew her face,Yet in his cry, I felt her grace.I wiped his tears with trembling hands,A child myself, yet trying to stand. They took us…
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THE PAINFUL Genuine CRY OF A TEACHER who is hurt.
Dear parent, before you judge too fast,Please walk a mile in the shoes we’ve worn in class.You see the marks, the lessons, the smile,However, you miss the tears we’ve held in all the while. We come with passion, hearts open wide,To shape young minds, to stand by their side.Even so, before we truly begin,We’re already…
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A Painful poem from the Orphaned heart.
You walk with silence stitched in your steps,A heart that holds more loss than sleep,But oh, how strong your quiet has grown,Much deeper than the world can see. No lullaby kissed your weary night,No hand reached out to calm your fear,Yet still you rise with morning’s light,Still you stay, still you persevere. The word “orphan”…
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Thank you for choosing to Be the best Father.
I don’t know where to begin,Because “thank you” feels too smallFor the mountain of love you’ve carried,And the steady hands that held me through it all. You never wore a cape,But you were my hero anyway,Not because you flew,But because you stayed. Stayed when life was heavy.Stayed when my dreams were still whispers.Stayed when I…