memories - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

HAPPINESS IS PRICELESS

Happiness is a currency Which cannot be bought or sold It cannot be traded or borrowed It’s a treasure to behold It’s a coin without a price tag And yet it has great value Happiness […]

A FADING FLAME

Lost memories of me Echo softly through my mind Like whispers on a gentle breeze They’re there, but hard to find Fragments of my past Scattered all around Remnants of who I used to be […]

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.

Lives of Saints

PRAYER TO SAINT PRISCA

O blessed Saint Prisca Martyr of ancient Rome You endured great suffering Alone in the name of Jesus Your faith was unbreakable When you were cruelly persecuted You remained steadfast and faithful In the face [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

A HOLY FAMILY IS IN LOVE

A holy family is united as one Blessed by the Lord's divine love In their hearts is a shining sun Guiding them with faith from up above Their bond tight and unbreakable Forged in [...]
Lives of Saints

Happiness in answering God’s call

Venerable Fr. Ambrose Grittani Fr. Ambrose Grittani found his happiness in answering God’s call as a priest. Born in Ceglie del Campo (Bari) - Italy on October 11 1907, Fr. Ambrose Grittani was inspired in [...]
Poet's corner

The two sides of a coin

Looking at the two sides of the coin, Life and Death, one finds another dimension in our existential history. Man, destined from the origin of creation to live, love and serve God perpetually incidentally turned to be a [...]
Poet's corner

My pot is empty

I am the giant of Africa God blessed me with both human and natural resources Despite the children that make up my pot I am empty. I say it again, my pot is empty [...]