Old age - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

The youngest Old Person

At the tender age of sixty
A new chapter begins
For the youngest of the old
The journey of life never ends […]

THE MANY FACES OF ELDERS

Old and wise, they say we become After years and years beneath the sun But what kind of elder have you become? A reflection of your hearts, that will forever hum. Elders, who are you? […]

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.

Be The Voice of Our Generation

HOW MUCH IS MONEY

Money is the tariff of the world A commodity that holds immense worth A measure of wealth and control A treasure that all men seek to hold Money is the king of all possessions A [...]
A moment with God

A friendly correction

Matthew 18:15 “If your brother sins [against you], go and tell him his fault between you and him alone. If he listens to you, you have won over your brother”. A friendly correction is inevitable [...]
Poet's corner

AS THE MOVIE IS STILL PLAYING

I see God's hands on my present situation As things keep happening around me Though I cannot read His mind Only Him can give a true account of my story My present situation is like [...]
Meditazione da Sr Prisca

Nella famiglia di Nazareth

La vita di famiglia è il simbolo dell’esperienza che rappresenta la vita a Nazareth - la vita di famiglia. Nella descrizione della comunità di Gerusalemme nell'attesa della pentecoste: “Tutti questi erano assidui e concordi nella preghiera, [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

Unique Creatures

Human beings are unique But only a few possess that characteristics of uniqueness I watched the trees for so long It moved, it grew, it reproduced But it could not smile I watched the chicken [...]