The sun will never set on the children of Africa. By Eileen Gbagbo The sun rises on the children of Africa She winks down at her first borns Those whose earth coloured palettes glow at her
Would you believe me if I told you that what you're about to hear doesn't have any computerised effects on it? You'll be glad to know that I have increased the bass levels slightly. As it turns
Introduction: A Poem About Animals, Strength & Brands. This poem was inspired by a discussion (41:44) between T.D. Jakes and Steven Furtick. The Bishop tells a story of a safari trip he
ARTWARE. When doubted, show why you should betaken seriously. When praised, prove that your best is yetto come. When plotted against, reveal that you're moves ten steps ahead, playing a game you
. .. <Sigh> I'm speechless. Where do we go from here? You are rapacious in your audacity. Completely shameless in your hubris. Once thought your greatness would last. But at last, we
Are you listening carefully to Twi? Ewe. Or is it 'we'? As in wearing your clothes. Either way here it goes. Pay attention. Got a research proposition for you. Institute of Language
A Poem About Intellectual Property I consider myself an artist, creator. Visionary. Dreamer, writer, thinker. And everything else in between. The only person gonna be making money from thee - the
All the good ones are damn near dead. What we have left is not worth have a thread. Even if we tried, it'd be hard to survive. 'Cus the truth is submerged under a pile of lies. My reality
Introduction My morning walk: a recording of nature; birds, trees, dogs, people and a stream. Something to destress and meditate to. Morning Colourwheel Deep breaths De-stress Progress No
3 Sorry. I'm not that selfish. You got all the questions. And you've booked all the churches. But there's gonna be one less hearse