Introducing: "Parables of Souls"


It’s been a while since I blogged due to a lot of technical difficulties (well mostly laziness)…But now I should be back to blogging more often, thanks in part to my new found internet service and a sudden hit of revelation. Starting this week I will be posting at least one story each week under a collection am calling “Parables of Souls”.
Those who have followed my writing know that I usually play in the fields of psychological thrillers with exception to one or two undertakings. However, with Parables of Souls, I diverge into the world of Drama, dealing with relationships and their various facets. Don’t expect the customary ‘cry a bucketful’ kind of stories. My writing and tackling of the subject matter will be experimental and hopefully entertaining.
I promise twists, compelling plots and grandiose stories, but most important of all a platform for healthy dialogue on issues. Parables are penetrating knives of reality that shatter illusions but only a certain type penetrates deeper than the masks of insecurities and flawed perceptions, those are “Parables of Souls”
N.B: the first story in the series is on the blog already. Check it out if you haven’t…its titled “The Twilight of her life”.

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