Edith MN Kyazze

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Hearts at Love Parallels

By: Edith Mary N Kyazze

Set in your neighbourhood gym is a story of two souls living a life of broken, confused, and hurting hearts.

Miranda is a young, working woman, struggling to get over past nightmares that left her scarred. These nightmares sneak back into her life every time she tries to move on.

Audrick, on the other hand, is a successful but lonely businessman, whose past failed relationship left him hurt and angry.

When these two lonely hearts set eyes on each other, there’s an instant pull between them from the very first day – Feelings more potent than anything they could have ever imagined.

However, as much as they yearn for each other, life’s intricacies and their haunted pasts–made even worse by the emergence of a deadly pandemic–keep pulling them apart, leaving them at parallels. What chance do these yearning hearts have to make those parallel lines meet?

Hearts at Love Parallels

By: Edith Mary N Kyazze

Set in your neighbourhood gym is a story of two souls living a life of broken, confused, and hurting hearts.

Miranda is a young, working woman, struggling to get over past nightmares that left her scarred. These nightmares sneak back into her life every time she tries to move on.

Beyond the Threshold

By: Edith Mary N Kyazze

Stepping Beyond the Threshold is the first step towards discovery. Self-Discovery.

To improve your communication skills, broaden your horizons, learn, explore, or even mitigate criticism about you and your surroundings, and look at the world differently, all starts with taking that first step beyond your comfort zone.  

Beyond your Threshold.

Your sense of curiosity will be awakened, your brain aroused, and your mind stimulated. It’s time for you to learn more, and understand further.

You will discover that the world does not know who you are, where you come from, and why, but uses that ignorance to misjudge and make false concrete misconceptions about you or what you represent.

Connecting, understanding, and learning new and different things about yourself and others, the world around you, and beyond, starts with that step.

The world you think knows you so much does not know you at all. The question is, how about you? How much do you know about the world? Because at the end of the day, you are a mystery out there. A mystery even to yourself.

But it’s not always about you. You must also consider the other person. Where do they come from? How much exposure have they had about you as a person?

Because most of the time misjudgments and misconceptions about you will be made without knowing who you truly are.

Beyond the Threshold is a journey. My journey in understanding how much curiosity can be generated by conspicuousness.

You are unique. There is outstanding quality, a noticeable habit, oddness, or wickedness about you. It’s about how you get watched, observed, scrutinised, and analysed .

How the human being looks out more for what is different than considering any similarities.

It’s about what element of you is conspicuous to the world out there. Is it the colour of your skin? Your origins? Your physical appearance? Beliefs? Is it about the way you dress up? How you speak, eat, walk, and talk?

This is my story. What’s yours?

Beyond the Threshold

By: Edith Mary N Kyazze

Stepping Beyond the Threshold is the first step towards discovery.
Self-Discovery. To improve your communication skills, broaden your horizons, learn, explore or even mitigate criticism about you and your surroundings, and look at the world with a different view, starts by you taking that first step beyond your comfort zone.

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The Reason I Write Anything at All.

https://youtu.be/9WYSWaBIWBY?si=pk-jptedNyfHsXcQ Have you ever wondered why writers write? I mean, haven’t we heard and read about it all already? There are millions, no, billions, of writings...

Anger as a Buffer

https://youtu.be/Gc7x_m7JXu0 Anger as a Bufferwhat it’s like not to have a sister Using anger as a buffer. I have two sisters, Elizabeth, and Jean; our firstborn, Christina, aka, Cissy, died over 3...

Languages, Accents, and then English (and the age of the internet)

ALLO! A British person called an Italian ticketing office. “Allo,” said the Italian person, listening in on the call. “Ok, sir, Oldon(Hold on.)” “What do you mean all done? I haven’t given my details...

My Third Cat My Deepest Cut

How I Lost All My Four Cats Spikey “Mum, can we please keep this cat? Please, please, let’s keep it,” Giorgia, the younger of my two daughters by then seven years old, cried out.  Our neighbour’s cat...

The Smells of Travel

What’s that smell? I wondered, holding my breath and opening my previously closed eyes. No, it can’t be. Here? In this place? I mean, look where I am. And yet it smells like No matter where you are...

I Saw People in Line, I Lined Up Too

I spent some time in Venezuela right at the beginning of a bad to worse economic period in the country; thus low-to no supplies of simple daily needs like sugar, salt, flour, toilet paper, and stuff...

The City of Three Questions

The Happiest Place…and the City of Three Questions Having previously been, three times, to its almost always over-cast, and chilled capital city, and other cities around the country, I was not...

Silver Lining to Sleeplessness

  Lack of sleep comes without warning for responsible sleepers.  One moment, you are in a slumber, turning around in bed the next, you are wide awake.  From a deep snooze, you end up with...

Section Title

The Reason I Write Anything at All.

https://youtu.be/9WYSWaBIWBY?si=pk-jptedNyfHsXcQ Have you ever wondered why writers write? I mean, haven’t we heard and read about it all already? There are millions, no, billions, of writings...

Anger as a Buffer

https://youtu.be/Gc7x_m7JXu0 Anger as a Bufferwhat it’s like not to have a sister Using anger as a buffer. I have two sisters, Elizabeth, and Jean; our firstborn, Christina, aka, Cissy, died over 3...

Languages, Accents, and then English (and the age of the internet)

ALLO! A British person called an Italian ticketing office. “Allo,” said the Italian person, listening in on the call. “Ok, sir, Oldon(Hold on.)” “What do you mean all done? I haven’t given my details...

My Third Cat My Deepest Cut

How I Lost All My Four Cats Spikey “Mum, can we please keep this cat? Please, please, let’s keep it,” Giorgia, the younger of my two daughters by then seven years old, cried out.  Our neighbour’s cat...

The Smells of Travel

What’s that smell? I wondered, holding my breath and opening my previously closed eyes. No, it can’t be. Here? In this place? I mean, look where I am. And yet it smells like No matter where you are...

I Saw People in Line, I Lined Up Too

I spent some time in Venezuela right at the beginning of a bad to worse economic period in the country; thus low-to no supplies of simple daily needs like sugar, salt, flour, toilet paper, and stuff...

The City of Three Questions

The Happiest Place…and the City of Three Questions Having previously been, three times, to its almost always over-cast, and chilled capital city, and other cities around the country, I was not...

Silver Lining to Sleeplessness

  Lack of sleep comes without warning for responsible sleepers.  One moment, you are in a slumber, turning around in bed the next, you are wide awake.  From a deep snooze, you end up with...