Poetry #141

I left my thoughts behind
In a box underground when I
Lived in a foreign land

Poetry #140

God is my only saviour
For one day I will surely die
And let my soul fly

Music of The Day

An African song

Sketch #42

Inspiring #142

Is black magic made to make people fall in love?

Poetry #139

A bird is lighter after
He pauses on a branch and relieves
Himself on the unfortunate who walks

Inspiring #141

What does it hurt more, being at the bottom of a pit or receiving the punch of a donkey’s feet?

Inspiring #140

Looking for solutions doesn’t mean finding them, but at least you’ve tried.

Poetry #138

The leaves are strongly attached
to the tree with all their might
Till the winter time comes

Poetry #137

My heart isn’t strong as it was
My age isn’t young anymore
My vision isn’t usueful for me
My memory is playing me tricks
My hair isn’t dark as ivory
My teeth aren’t real as they used to
My legs are weak as cotton
My arms are frail as twigs
My feet are swollen all day
My speach isn’t understood clearly
But there is one thing that remained
It is my deep love for you