Precious Gift Aloyo

Congratulations to our very own #MediaFellowshipUg alma mater that graduated at the #UCUGrad26! You've spent years chasing stories, truth, and deadlines and now you're ready to chase the headlines of tomorrow. The world needs your voice, your curiosity, &ucu your courage. 📰✨

Under the #WednesdaySpotlight is the Communications and Advocacy Officer @Its_black_pm. With a strong passion for children, she is putting in the work on a daily to make sure more children experience #trueJoy.

"Everything is a path. The mountain is a path, the cloud is a path, the silence is a path." — Haruki Murakami

#WorldPoetryDay Today we join the world in celebrating #poetry as a tool for #expression and #advocacy. Passed down from generation to generation, poetry is an art form that has stood the test of time through; healing hearts, processing pain and spreading awareness.

Letting go has never been easy. Let me go, I don't drown easy. Let it go, you'll probably see it fly. #WorldPoetryDay #abstract #poetry

It's getting dark. So fast. Remnants of life's brand colors, merge into the concrete. Thoughts flash by like incoming cars on a two way street. While memories take their time like an overloaded vehicle on a hill. #poetic #LifeOnOurPlanet #MindfulMarch

Yutori: A Japanese concept of spaciousness.

Heart strings, being pulled across the rugged 1 2 3's Of the perfectly even tempo Of a song that many sing. A sad song. A real song. A reccuring song. Heart strings, Snapping one by one under the scarred fingers of the player.... #poetry #music

A word appears and silence gives way Something insists until it becomes sound Images metamorphose Thought dressing another form At length free of #decadent ceremony a small piece of sentence #jewelry glints on the tongue #inkMine #vss365 #poetry

It tells itself. The story that is life. Through someone else it will re-tell itself. We just hope that the more mouths it goes through, The less watered down the story will be. #poetry #randomthought #life #tell

@2lastvibes It's so easy to get lost in the ink, and so hard to accept that you're lost. Beautiful piece ✨

Transition. Lengthy conversations and stone cold retribution. I hold you in high regard, but don't let that confuse you. I'm moving with my feet unbound, searching for my heart in the lost and found. It's black and black, if you see it, let me know. #poetry #Heart #Feeling

She has a pale face with crimson lips that fight to be seen amidst the discord that is her face. He had coffee brown skin, that he now lathers with high standards. Too high that the color mismatch can be seen when he sneezes. #poetry #BeautyStandards

The wait probably lasts longer than anything else. From the agitation to the hope and back to the agitation. The wait has lasted longer than existence and has weighed heavy on the hearts of the resistant. The weight has no nickname, its just a bare-faced giant with arthritis.

"And Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou

If you've began to assume that the golden parts of the sunset are not .... what do they call it... color coded, then maybe you've begun to fade and lose your golden parts. #poetry

Say it again, but like you mean it this time. We define hearts as frail, But not in my mother's tongue. After the count of three I'll rearrange your mismatch, and revise your speech first Before hearing you say it again. #poetry

You avoid it like the plague, Yet it could be good for you. You ignore all the colors Because black and white is all you ever knew. There's no picture perfect enough to view. There's no place warm enough for two... Probably you'll have to find it. It could be good for you