future - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

Your Future is Here

“Get ready to step into a bright future that’s waiting for you. It’s right here, just within your reach. Let’s explore the endless possibilities together!” Your future has begun now In this moment, in this […]

A FUTURE WITHOUT GOD AND MONEY

What is my future without God and money? An indefinite future with grief and tears A future full of insecurity and uncertainty A future without clarity A future without God and money is meaningless A […]

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.

A moment with God

Trapped in the visible

Mt 23:28 "You present to view a holy exterior while hypocrisy and evil fill you within" Jesus is addressing His words not only to the religious leaders (the Pharisees and the Scribes) but also [...]
Poet's corner

Ignorance, an unseen enemy

They came out in large number and asked for our votes We gathered thinking that we are dealing with friends In reality, they were wolves in sheep clothing Together we gathered our votes and gave [...]
Advent and Christmas

A VOICE CRIED IN THE WILDERNESS

The voice cried out in the desert land A messenger sent to prepare the way His name was John, a prophet of God His message simple, yet powerful to say Repent, for the kingdom of [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

AN INVISIBLE PARADISE

In the depths of my being Lies an invisible paradise A place of serenity Where calm reigns In the midst of confusion and noise In this noisy world I find comfort and peace In this [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

THE FOOL’S PARADISE

Fools dwell in their own paradise Blinded by illusions, they wander With rose-coloured glasses on their faces They don't see the truth, in this enchanted place The whisper of the sky lulls them to sleep [...]