creation - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

Prosper or You Perish

The world was meant to be from creation
A beautiful home for all creatures to be elated
The sun shone brightly, the birds sang their song
Little did we know, something terrible was wrong […]

WOMAN…

Woman, a priceless beauty A being full of love and desire Her worth surpasses all wealth and gold She is the backbone, strong and bold She’s a mother, nurturing and kind A friend, always on […]

About me

Prisca Onyinye Nwokorie is a Roman Catholic Nun in the Congregation of the Oblate Sisters of St Benedict Joseph Labre based in Italy. She is a writer and poet, with BSc. degree in “Information and Communication Technologies for the Production of Software”, and an MSc. degree in “Computer Science”, both obtained from the University of Bari in Italy. Presently, she is working towards creating a forum to promote e-learning in every field of life for the youths in underdeveloped countries.

Poet's corner

Coronavirus, an angel of death

Coronavirus, you are a soldier without weapons Still, you kill in hundreds, thousands and millions You gave the world an order to sit at home Your appearance terrified the universe. The world is on the [...]
Poet's corner

You Sin

Slander, Malice, Gluttony, Drunkenness, Scoffery, Covetousness, Envy, Fornication, Adultery, Idolatry… Call it whatever you like, all I know and should know is that they are all summed up in one English word SIN. SIN! It [...]
Poet's corner

Why is your sword against your brother, CAIN?

What a disgrace to be ignorant to forget that LIFE is a gift from God, that God distributed this gift among we creatures, irrespective of our culture, religion, tradition or race. Behind the scenes [...]
Tribute

AT HOME WITH GOD – Sir Ambrose OBioma Iwunze

A DIRGE TO A LOVING UNCLE (1942 - 2013) Dee Amby, today is your day A day with a difference A day your loved ones gather together To behold you in a dignified way. I [...]
Daily digest

Politics, a game of chance

Now listen carefully while I give you the details I shall whisper very low lest someone chance hear it, someone whom I would not have to know Don't expect me to guide your thoughts; I [...]