London station – part 2

It crept slowly but surely into my heart. I’ve been exposed to many things, but I was waiting for one thing to stick slow and hard. Not a fleeting cause to commit to and then un-commit to. Human trafficking is a ‘justice’ issue. It is not a mere case of putting a bandage on the […]

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London station – part 1

This is one thing I never expected I’d be doing aged 22, aged any age. Yet, I almost should have expected it. Things have been building me up, pointing me in the direction of, building in me a foundation. I didn’t travel half way across the world with ‘justice’ heavy on my heart to sit […]

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The Author

The Author is a maker of life. They write a person of flesh and blood and heart and soul onto a page. A page that has a history, a present, a future. The Author knows when and where and how they are going to take a person from here to over there. The Author is […]

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cool, calm and collected

It’s really something when London is in calm chaos. It’s not an untidy, unruly chaos, but calculated and ordered like an operation. On my way to pick up lunch yesterday the skies were filled with the chopping blades of helicopters. Over and out they appeared above the high rise office buildings. The roads stood still […]

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