Faith Cecelia Story
Faith Cecelia was born in Arua, Uganda, lived in London for 15 years and is a British citizen.
An international sprinter for the junior Ugandan team, Faith is now a personal fitness trainer. Faith is mother to three children, Jayden, Miles and Prudence.
As a believer in holistic wellbeing, Faith expresses her emotional side through poetry. Her poetry is a means to make ... more »
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Faith Cecelia Story Poems
Madiba A man of Freedom, Democracy and Hope. His inner core made of steel for his beloved Africa His dignity preserved until the very end
I put on my running shoes As first as Usain Bolt, I run. My heart is beating faster then a loud bang My soles bleeding like a spring water fall
I could feel his magnetic, fit, bare chest rubbing against my breasts. His facial structure was heart-shaped with a wide forehead and a pointed chin and square jaw-line that could chisel granite. His eyes were a “window into my soul”, like a baby animal; plain, salt-of-the-earth honesty with a chocolate-brown depth and rich hazel light flecked with piercing cat-like emerald green. His lean and athletic body stole my trusting body in sin He was conscious of the burn on his chest, but I loved touching his velvet skin regardless. Men don’t understand that their imperfections make them unique. Never will I say another has given me the joy he did.
I stand alone
My sword shall not sleep in my hand Through thick or thin I shall stand alone Bring me my arrows of desire,
Oh Uganda, the peal of Africa. It’s we the children’s dream, To make our nation Mighty. The green forests are pretty,
There comes a time when we are born There comes a time when we learn to cry, smile, laugh, seat, crawl, stand on our two feet and walk There comes a time when we must obey and disobey There comes a time when we leave our parents
There is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you realise that all things change, Liberation is freedom from the need to do those things influenced by attachment, Let go a little, you will have little of peace, let go completely, you will have eternal peace. I have leant to only satisfy my desire
The deepest pain is silence It hurts so deep, it cuts like a knife Prickling and twisting her gut until she loses her Innocence It comes as fast as a tsunami
I Smile because i know how to solve Problems; Am silent because i know how to avoid Problems So tell me the truth and make me cry other then Smile
Hiding behind the dark storm, Hoping to show no feelings, Sometimes she puts NO makeup, Feeling the bareness of her skin.
A Sweet night with you is worthy of a horrible Death! You are the Eden of my soul I Love You to the END OF THE WORLD!
Am nothing special But am madly in Love. All I long for is him Yet am stack like a reject
Even if the route to your heart has thorns to prick ma feet I will still walk till i reach Even if my cries create a river coz I need you I will still cry for you
It feels like stabbing wound in my heart Thinking of you next to her Doing the unthinkable All I want to do;
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A man of Freedom, Democracy and Hope.
His inner core made of steel for his beloved Africa
His dignity preserved until the very end
The world speaks of him with honour
His truth lives inside his beloved family
His nation stands as one in remembrance
Of his legacy
I am not bound to win,
But I am bound to be true.
I am not bound to succeed
But I am bound to fight for change
For which I am prepared to die
For Human rights