Welcome — I’m Priscilla Sombe

Category: Poems

  • Not What You Imagined

    They say “Africa” and picture huts— mud walls, cracked heels, and children chasing hunger through the dust. They speak of poverty as if it’s a birthmark. They imagine struggle wrapped in tribal cloth. But what they never see— are the iron gates, the educated fathers in tailored suits, mothers fluent in more than sacrifice, and…

  • Etched Becoming

    by Priscilla These aren’t just tattoos. They’re chapters on my skin. Not decoration— declarations. Of survival. Of surrender. Of sacred becoming. On my right— a swan. I’ve always been that— graceful, poised, composed. Gliding through life, but underneath, I was paddling through chaos. Waiting on test results, waiting on answers, smiling on the surface while…

  • Oh Spring…

    Oh, Spring… You arrive with whispers of renewal,Draping the world in hues of possibility.The air hums with promise,and the earth stretches awake—ready to bloom, to dance, to thrive. Oh, Spring…A season of shedding the old,embracing the light,and stepping boldly into fresh beginnings. Welcome, first day of Spring. 🌿✨ #SpringAwakening #NewSeasonNewEnergy #FreshBeginnings