The ticking hands Are like the magician's wand Stringing every move and thought You're such a pretty marionetteYou would will time to slow down If you could But you miss the very point Of livingThose thin hands may tick and tock Your rapid breathings Equalling rushed actions And ultimately inconvenient choices And worn out lungs

If there was one thing Ah'ana feared most, it was losing her husband, Malo, to the dangers of his work. She stood outside her hut, breathing deeply, as the orange glow of the setting sun bathed her village in warmth and enviable beauty.

“You can't miss it. Just ask anyone around for Miracle Creek.”She was a stranger, a passerby actually, and the way she gave directions with a kind smile and a straight face didn't make me question it. Miracle Creek?I whispered my thanks with a slight smile and continued my walk around Munduk, a mountain village nestled in the heart of Bali.

The yell of my name Felt like a thousand pulls From many unyielding directions Visible and some, unknownThat sharp lurch in my chest As I suck in a quiet breath with a forced smile Watching the world crumble around me Is very real and not a dream

My fondness for historical dramas knows no bounds and you can bet I'll be on the search for those I haven't watched yet. So I found My Lady Jane (2024) and after binge-watching all eight episodes over the weekend, I've dubbed it a real treat and the best show recently.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion at the of the champagne. As the bubbly drink frothed to the top, Segun playfully sprayed it on the happy couple as everyone burst into laughter and cheers. I forced a smile as I watched my best friend pull his fiancée into a tight embrace and spin her around. Laura squealed with delight before succumbing to David's kiss.