‘‘I am an African!
I owe by being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land. My body has frozen in our frosts and in our latter day snows. It has thawed in the warmth of our sunshine and melted in the heat of the midday sun.’’
It has been said not by me but by one of the most interlectually complete man, Then I shall utter none. On issues of pride on my being african.
I like writing alot and reading but not with the same pedigree as writing. Im the middle child at home, with just a mother as the father left us at an early age.
Everything I do I do it for my mother my grandmother who raised me to be a man, and my close family brothers cousins and so on.
If I wasn’t a soul taker in your eyes,
I’d be a salt taker in the eyes of the world.
If I wasn’t your main man,
Then I would be nothing but a man to the rest of the world.
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We live in a world of possibility,
We love and loose here.
When we think we have seen it all a whole new world opens up,
With in us, with even more possibility.
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I know how I fell feel but I’m afraid of what the
Future might unfold
I’m scared of attaching myself to you
I don’t want to get my heart broken
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I’ve been hurt, but it hurts me more now than ever before
My love for you amounted to garbage
I paid to you homage
Wished for you and us nothing but happiness
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Looks of envy and admiration be to he, who serves another
He who’s looked down on but, never does the same to any.
Praise be to the peasant, his fellows and their houses at large.
Praise be to the one who was breed in a brothel
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