I Cry. . .!

I cry When the chips fall off my shoulders When I put up a cowardly bold face And there is no grave to bury the shame in it When I find myself doing things I preach against When I seem to fear myself more than death When I know I’m not truthful within And everyone […]

Deciding where to start this article was as tough as deciding to leave the only Spanish speaking African country. Do I start by describing the tutelage of the protocol officer, Emmanuel, assigned to us by the foreign affairs ministry, who did his work with so much zeal and passion right from my arrival till time

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When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked… My brain like two threads deadlocked… The realities leaves me shell-shocked. . . When I’m hurt, I dont cry. . . I wear a big smile with mediterranean water dripping from my eyes Thats how

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After downloading and watching “Omo Ghetto” aka Ghetto Child (A nigerian home video), and listening and re-listening to a wonderful, soulful, inspiring sermon “Put your trust in Allah” by brother Belal Asaad (watch here – its just 7 minutes), I decided to write this post to round off the weekend. One of the modules of

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