Donnelle Christian - Author

Donnelle Christian – Author

I wrote this prose sometime between 2001 and 2005, I remember I was inspired by a chain email I received regarding a similar topic.

I think sometimes we need to reflect on the life we want to have and think about the reality of achieving it. I have learnt that sometimes we just have to be satisfied with the good things we already have, know which goals to fight for and pursue, and which ones to let go.

Here it is:

These are times when moral values are branded old fashioned friends are becoming extinct the human soul is being replaced by assets and financial inclination we have fancy and large houses but crooked and small hearts morality is seen as an obliteration of liberation.

These are times of many marriages but few “till death do us part” successful businesses but broken homes when we are assiduous to our children’s every physical and material need but are too blind to see the emotional and spiritual ones then we say they are spoilt, shallow, and heartless when we expensively garnish the body but don’t tend to the soul- for which the adornments are free.




These are times when we technologically produce pornography, horror, and crime yet we anger at societal declination and the lacking charisma of our children sex has become a culinary dish rarely another meaning but pleasure- no finding the soul, no sharing the heart these are times when there is less God, the Supreme Being but gods, goddesses, and levity when we seize the moment and live the consequences a lifetime when we seek liberty without limits when we say sky’s the limit but do not endeavour to go beyond it- may be our true selves are just behind it.


These are times when we monitor and mend our budget but are too busy to see our own lives falling apart a time when we are quick to assert flaws but are oblivious to merits when we are impatient and crude playing gods instead of co-creators cursing instead of blessing

Building, building an advanced future

But Breaking, breaking the foundation of our past