When Godsy heard.

When I decide I must write after a break of eight long months, I write with excitement. I start off from where I last left, God’s little angel-Godsy.   “I have seen sadness. I have seen torture,I have seen desperation, I have seen weakness. But most of all I have seen hope.” The first time I…

Among chaos, there runs a silent angel.

Among her parents, grandparents, a little brother, toys, more broken toys, cluttered furniture, posters of gospels, vases of flowers, two aquariums,a cage of pigeons and a television set that relays cartoons, runs around a little angel oblivious to the sounds around her. She runs in her own tune and smiles the most beautiful smile I…