Author: Truth Devour

New York Streets

After years of traveling across the globe I finally decided it was time to visit the United States of America. The place where people are always seemed to promote the ideals of ‘living the dream – making it happen.’ I was keen to understand what it felt like to be a part of the community and …

Resolutions

Tis the early hours of the first day of the new year 2016 in Brooklyn New York, where the echoes of the people still in the midst of celebration through the streets of Bed-Styvestant can be heard from my fourth floor apartment. I feel the energy of the crowds helping to sustain the excitement. Their dreams, desires and hopes ignited …

Insurrection

Imagine a world where everything you were led to believe as real in actuality only forms partial truths, enough to lure you into a false sense of comfort that you are in control of your destiny. Then layer this with the intrigue of seeing what no other can fathom as the one true reality. Now add new paradigms associated  to the …

AirBnB Travelers Retrospective

How remarkable it is for me to be a global traveler in a day and age where I have access to the thought genius of technological designer’s birthing concepts such as the easy to use platform called AirBnB. It’s the Mecca for opportunity, where non technology savvy laymen can make their underutilized space available for travelers to enjoy. 

2015 Readers Choice Awards Nominee

I didn’t imagine in my wildest dreams that not one but three of my books would become nominated finalists in the McWood Publishing ‘We Said it: Literary Reviews – 2015 Readers Choice Awards’.

Love Actually

To love with purity holding no regard for return of favor is a skill. To find another who naturally has the same capability is a universal collaborative blessing.  True love actually exists.

Words don’t come easy

I’ve been writing voluntarily since I was knee high to a grass hopper and was often perplexed that after countless stories, I am still not lost for ideas. Thirty plus years later and I find myself in a position where I feel the pressure of time escaping my ability to capture all that is within me …

Who are you?

Is the you that is you known by few and the you that is you only seen by you any less truer than the you of all you’s?