Its the feeling you get when your mind is a war zone, a warped home where grimmy thoughts roam, with no guidance or support zone, your so frightened to fight it on your own. More poems of suicide and self harm, you ever dreamt you died and felt calm? Just a truant mind with health crimes, help cant cure a ruined life in Hell's palms. You fell in to a ditch and because of it popping bottles of pills that you mixing your ***** with, then nodding off a bit picturing god and all of it, a doctors on the phone telling you to ***** it. Consistently monitored, the alcohol, the quiting , the six, seven seizures, its the moment a schizophrenic freezes, hearing a voice that whispers when it pleases, the vigilant bulimic, the obsessive and compulsive,the bipolar mood swing and stomach ulcers. Its the hidden issues that the medicine alters. Its the judgmental that the depression repulses ,the anxiety, the psychs with the notes, the post traumatic stress and the vices to cope. The prices of dope,the ice in the pipe that you smoke. The knife the rope, the temptation of slicing your throat. Its the stigma determined to scare you, when the bourbon your served is your urgent repairer. When not feeling nervous becomes rarer and your mom quits  her job to become your permanent carer. Its the psychotic episodes, the days that you lost seeking help, but being crazy isn't something I am ashamed to admit, so stay strong anybody who relates to this, please.

this morning I found my computer had been hacker attacked
is there a way that a hacker can be tracked
my friendly computer repairer is going to have a look for me
to see what the attacker has stolen from me

MAMA, I am left speechless, I don’t know where the road leads from this point onwards. I am left hanging on a jungle in great struggle trying to save myself from falling ******* the surface.
At all times as I was about to fall from the ninth floor you saved me by holding my hand real tight and gave me enough reason to continue climbing the ladder towards success.
MAMA, during thy existence on Earth, I never received diamonds nor Golds but the tender, love and care you offered indeed became my greatest treasure and shall not be forgotten in any day.
The lessons thy offered me shall certainly build me into a better daughter, an improved friend a good wife to he who will be God sent and certainly a good parent to thy grandchildren.

MAMA, thy removal in this Earth by those whom we always thought were a shoulder to cry on when we are in pain has certainly taught me that we never had friends, pity I had to realise this without you.
I remain on Earth with heartless creatures who will do absolutely anything to knock me down to the ground but because of your emotional existence I know I will overcome anything coming my way.
Mama, thy physical absence certainly does not mean I am left alone, thy love exists in all ends of the atmosphere and I will forever feel your presence everywhere I go.
Death stepped foot between a mother and a daughter in hopes that it will separate the two but the special bond between you and I MAMA is so strong that not even death can separate us.

MAMA, I am in tears, I seem to find no reason to continue living because my soul repairer has been removed next to me for reasons of which are unknown.
It breaks my heart when I think of all that is happening, my future endeavours has been ruined because physically you won’t witness me graduating or going shopping with me in my car.
So many things will change, I can never distinguish daylight to night-time. The mouth-watering food you used to prepare for us daily will never be tasted anymore unless I think of the past.
Nonetheless, thy special recipe will forever be in my mind and I know that in one of the good days I will prepare it and let your grandchildren taste thy teachings.

Empa MAMA, kalelingwe lamatsatsi gotla loka ebile ketla kgona go amogela gore otlogile lefaseng. Madi awe asenang molato kasolofela gore magodimong odutsi stulong sa kgauta ekganyago jwale ka lerato leo ne ompha lona kamehla le matsatsi
ROBALA KA KGOTSO , MAMA YOU PLAYED YOUR ROLE.

BROKEN HEARTS MEND
To mend a broken heart, a few magical ingredients are needed.
An operation that no surgeon can perform.
Firstly, ****** a strand of cupid's hair.
Thread it through a needle made from the tiny sinews from the wings that the bright blue butterfly donated to your cause.
You must hold the damaged heart gently, between the mender's fingertips.
While the repairer's daughter clutches the magnifying glass,steadily.
The owner of the heart begins to stitch.
Tenderly fixing the furrows that gape.
All possible care duly given, eliciting the right solution.
A word in the ear of the white witch of love and then the magic takes it's effect.
Across the crowded room a smile is a stretched.
She's stunning the lady.
The lady whose heart was mended in a similar way a number of months ago.
Two smiles meet.
The magic worked.
And they said it was just an old wives tale!
(C) Livvi

God the problem solver,
The repairer of the breach
And restorer of all things.

Like with the repairman
That fixes broken items,
I am learning to give
My problems to you Lord.
For the power of restoration
Is in your hands.

By Jennifersoter Ezewi

It might be very convenient for some people, which I haven't come to condemn but at the end, let's ask ourselves some questions.

Using rice to repair a phone might be rapid, amazing or whatever. The fact is this: there is a give and take between the subject and the object.

What transpires between that grains of rice and the phone is like liposuction. Meaning that it took something from the phone which is not good for consumption.
I haven't said that you should stop repairing your phones with rice. No! Choose between taking your phones for repairs or discard the grains of rice after your experiment in other not to endanger your lives and that of your households.

There is a word called "accumulation" which stores the damage without your knowledge and then suddenly releases it as a critical condition.