samson ogbeewi Biography

Stories told about oneself by mouth,
are filled with lies or broken truth;
for what the heart might be underneath,
the mouth will tell and exagerate.
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I am the wind, my dear lady,
I can not be grasped, I can not be captured.

Slowly and gently I move,
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Took a walk down memory lane and back
And in the clandestinity of my heart, I reckon...
(Knowing I'm not the kind of person to make a brag)
It is truly amazing the man I have become...
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I've heard a thousand words whispered to my ear
I've had one job - say it louder, exactly as I hear
Whether it be true or false it doesn't matter
I will be free from the consequences that comes later
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It is as all other Tuesday mornings have been:
A boring walk to duty where nothing new is seen
Suddenly, I was blessed with the face of a cutie
Riding like a princess on her father's arms
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