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After Di Storm a a poetry collection born from struggle and survival. It walk through thunder, rain, silence, and sunrise, showing how every tear turn to seed and every wound to wisdom. Each poem tell a part of di journey - di fear, di faith, di fight, and di freedom - written in di living tongue of Patwa, where every word carry rhythm and memory. From di first rumble of trouble to di calm weh follow, di voice inside di pages nuh bow; it breathe. Di book move in three wave: 1. Di Storm - chaos, loss, di test of spirit. 2. Di Reflection - silence, prayer, and lesson. 3. Di Rising - healing,…mehr

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After Di Storm a a poetry collection born from struggle and survival. It walk through thunder, rain, silence, and sunrise, showing how every tear turn to seed and every wound to wisdom. Each poem tell a part of di journey - di fear, di faith, di fight, and di freedom - written in di living tongue of Patwa, where every word carry rhythm and memory. From di first rumble of trouble to di calm weh follow, di voice inside di pages nuh bow; it breathe. Di book move in three wave: 1. Di Storm - chaos, loss, di test of spirit. 2. Di Reflection - silence, prayer, and lesson. 3. Di Rising - healing, rebirth, and light pon skin again. After Di Storm nuh just talk 'bout weather or pain - it talk 'bout transformation. It remind we seh di same rain weh drown di field mek di garden grow. Dis nuh poetry fi pretty up truth. It raw, spiritual, rebellious, an full a heart - fi anybody weh ever face darkness an still decide fi rise. Cuz when di cloud clear an di breeze whisper through di leaf dem, di voice still echo soft but proud: "Mi still deh yah."
Autorenporträt
This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I've helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I've come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.