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Then There Were Four.

  Let me just be honest with you for a moment. I never imagined that I would be a wife and mother. I wasn’t one of those girls who dreamt of white weddings and long evenings in the kitchen. I never planned family vacations in my head or thought of baby names while still learning how to write in cursive. I wanted a career and a grandiose life. Marriage and kids were an added commodity Continue Reading

When God says no…

I can’t believe that it’s already the end of March. This month and even the year seem to be flying by and as I reflect, I’m proud to relish in the reality that I haven’t wasted this first quarter of the year. This time last year, I was so obsessed with buying a house that I could barely focus on anything else and in turn, I wasted the first 3 quarters of the year. My mind Continue Reading

What They Didn’t Tell Me About Pregnancy

Yesterday made 26 weeks/6 months that I’ve been pregnant with my baby girl. As I approached Friday, I began to realize that there are so many aspects of pregnancy that NO ONE told me about. I don’t blame others for not informing me, because I believe it’s a journey that is so individual to each person and each pregnancy that it’s almost a shame to have too much information ahead of time. However, as my husband Continue Reading

Moving Forward

Forward Forward. A progressional movement towards change and succession /Regression hinders the process of movement though it soothes those of us who fear Moving.  Losing sight of my goals I often cower in the shadows of lies just to remind myself that forward holds danger/Fear of rejection and loss/ Fear that the unknown will cost me my comfort /I’ve often become comfortable in being complacent Statements from others had fueled my rational for not being brave  For staying the Continue Reading

Prey

I saw a man today with familiar eyes. The kind that prey on the hearts of young women searching for the love of a man. I remember those eyes, they used to stare into my soul and pull out every insecurity possible. I was longing for the lust. The lust in the eyes of the man that preyed on young women like me. I remember back in 12th grade, I was free to roam the Continue Reading

Meet the Creator

Ifie Natasha

Ifie Natasha is a writer, artreprenuer and soul care enthusiast with a passion for telling stories, building communities and exploring creativity.

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