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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 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’.

  • The Haunting of a Held Tongue.


    Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently? Hello my loves, There are two kinds of regret in this life, I think. There is the sharp, stinging regret of doing something wrong, of making a mistake you wish you could take back. But there is […]

    The Haunting of a Held Tongue.

  • My Foolproof, Three-Step Decompression Protocol.


    How do you unwind after a demanding day? Hello my lovely people, There are days, and then there are days. I’m talking about the kind of demanding day where you’ve explained the same math problem twelve times, confiscated a surprisingly sticky mango from a desk, and used your “teacher voice” so much it’s gone on […]

    My Foolproof, Three-Step Decompression Protocol.

  • The Gift of Being Seen.


    Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you. Hello my loves, We often measure love in grand gestures, don’t we? The surprise holidays, the expensive jewellery, the public declarations. And while those things are wonderful, the moments that have truly shaped my heart, the acts of love that I hold onto like […]

    The Gift of Being Seen.

  • My Official Top 5 List of Extremely Specific Joys.


    What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness? Hello my wonderful people, I was thinking today, not about the big, life-altering moments, but about the small, almost secret sparks of joy that light up a normal day. We all have them. Those little victories that make you do a tiny happy dance in your […]

    My Official Top 5 List of Extremely Specific Joys.

  • More Than a Race: The Olympic Lessons I Want My Children to See.


    What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most? Hello my loves, There is a special kind of magic that descends on our house every couple of years. It’s a time when the television is on more than usual, when bedtimes get a little bit flexible, and when the living room is filled with gasps, […]

    More Than a Race: The Olympic Lessons I Want My Children to See.

  • The Great Stillness: Finding God in a World on Pause.


    How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic? My dear friends, A question that seems to follow us, even now, years after the world seemed to stop, is: “How did you adapt to the changes from the pandemic?” It is a heavy question, weighted with memories of uncertainty, fear, and […]

    The Great Stillness: Finding God in a World on Pause.

  • The Unrepeatable Miracle: A Parent’s Guide to Celebrating Uniqueness


    Which aspects do you think makes a person unique? Hello my loves, I was pondering a beautiful question recently: “Which aspects do you think make a person unique?” In our world, “unique” is often defined by the superficial. We think of a unique sense of style, a quirky hobby, or an unusual talent. And while […]

    The Unrepeatable Miracle: A Parent’s Guide to Celebrating Uniqueness

  • The Official ‘Carla’ Scale of Coffee Strength


    If you could have something named after you, what would it be? Hello lovely people, I was scrolling through some fun questions online the other day, you know, the kind that ask things like ‘If you were a tree, what kind would you be?’ (A mango tree with a big shady canopy, obviously). But one […]

    The Official ‘Carla’ Scale of Coffee Strength
  • The Curious Man.

    The Curious Man.


    He had a style, few saw around,
    He was a man, that’s just so lame,
    He dressed okay, his taste was brief,
    He drank real scotch, so stiff and free.


    He’d live life well, so write a book,
    He raised a family, no fame just normality,
    He searched for more, inside he’s fine,
    He takes a walk, around this park.


    His mind is free, his feet are three, He’s now afraid, what fear can take,
    He makes his moves, infused by tools, He seeks to know, this world he owns.


    By Julius Fa
    ©March 2026

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