

Hello Darkness, my old friend,The self-doubt that comes creeping in.Hello Darkness, fickle and fiendish,It is nice to see you again. Hello Ambition, my old mentor,The
THE AGONY I’m done for grass will grow For she was You don’t have to Worry anymore What do you mean? A lady I look
Heart to hurt, Maybe we never gave the best or we were never meant to be, Maybe our hearts were built to hurt,but was it
In the stream of tribulationsI Extended my hand forth into the infernoWatched as the skin of my hand got peeled off from its boneWatched as
I’ve gone through the lessons ,I’ve attended every class ,Wrote all the notes and frequently revised your heart .I was prompted to Sleep on Shakespeare’s
African womanMother of civilization.Oh beautiful woman,Your Beauty is way beyond description. African womanQueen of the Bantu’s from Kamba Jambo to all those in heavenBlessed is
Forever Mine When she was young and innocentHer looks needn’t no exceptionShe was more of an angel Pure in heart and soul She never acted
WHO SAID THEY LIED? They never liedLet’s just be consciousMind conscious I meanThen we will realiseWe fooled ourselvesThrough their words… Their so called phylosophiesNow we
when all concentration goes to the girl child,… the boy child is forgotten, or I guess assumed…. so hurting!!! Do you know what he goes through???
Today as I knelt to thank the Lord, for all that I’ve received,The best thing was when He saved my soul, and helped me to