Africa
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestorsโฆ
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestorsโฆ
Yesterday evening, we were dressed in quiet grace. We stepped into the evening, hearts steady, yet glowing with something deeper than smiles. Side by side, my son and I, twoโฆ
When we are young, Lagos sun on our backs, We chase danfo dreams through noisy streets, Laughing loud like market women at noon. When we are bold, we speak without fear, Ourโฆ
Dressed in adore of beauty Mascara and pedicure treated on the soft skin Veiled on the outside with covering of deceit But on the inside is a beast on roam While the world seeโฆ
The compass spins in a frantic dance Round it goes through the cardinals As the knights watch in patience Waiting to tell the horse where next to go. The ink is dry, the linesโฆ
It looks like failure at the start Everything seems to pause just before it stands Before the mirror stands a mouse But it's not what you see but what you believe The road isโฆ
Nature, my friend in solitude, My love in loneliness, Never forsakes our companionship, Always kind, Always there, Always warm, Always true. Its enduring love envelopes my veryโฆ
Practice they say makes perfect... Cheers to people who don't give up on their goals.. Even when they fall.. They look beyond the fall and see beauty in their flaws..โฆ
The mountain wear a crown of mist Where giant nature rest their nest The trees in their majesty dance to the wind And the fountain weave a silver thread In every seed, a forestโฆ
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