This distance we longed to gauge with stride of promises only leaves us, fretful limbs, on the eternal road of memories...

They could've raped our neighbour, and only God knows what they would have done to us hadn't for the intervention of other farmers who heard our screams. 

My father passed on within weeks of me being born. I did not get to see him nor do I know if he got to see me. I learnt that he was late by going through the family album and seeing the funeral photos. We had a tradition of going to see our grandparents every school holiday.

Through the #hashtag #homeiscalling, The Tribe invites all to find solace and belonging within its embrace.

I have a treasure trove of memories from my joyful childhood days. Unlike some who bitterly recount painful experiences, particularly from childhood abuses, my story is different.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝐼 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢? The AI instructs a petition. 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠, I modulate into a binary human. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛. I click on snapshots of traffic lights.