Our generation - A golden moment with Sr Prisca

SUFFERING IN SILENCE

Our generation suffers in silence Because the emotions we feel are hard to express We keep them inside us, hidden from the world Thoughts of fear that long for release Our struggles are hidden behind […]

Be The Voice of Our Generation

Let us be the voice of this generation So that the future can be shaped by our vision And create a world that will be our salvation Where sacrifice can bridge our divisions We can […]

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.

Daily digest

Human mind, A strange creature

The human mind is a strange creature It forgets the things you would want to remember To the things you want it to forget, it remembers. The mind reminds you of your countless problems [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

A mother’s love for her child

No love could be compared with a mother's love when she overheard the cry of her newborn baby. That tender body of the fragile creature cared for. The neighbours could read the melody as [...]
Poem by Sr Prisca

NO BURDEN IS HEAVY TO BEAR

No burden is heavy to bear If you have faith, love and care When sorrow and grief cross your path These three will help you pave the way Faith, a light that shows you the [...]
Daily digest

A day to sing a new song

We have discovered something new today: A song of faith and reliance To help us recognise God every day As we narrate God’s plan of redemption. God sent an angel in our world To [...]
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 [...]