Hello beautiful blogger fam,. Monday, 20 July 2015.

In the corners of the room, moonlight wrestled with murky shadows. Rats scurried around and about, squeaking noisily from the anger of hunger and the joy of discovering tit bits of grains. Bronze chains of captivity rattled and chinked continuously. From Gaza to Ashkelon, thunderous parties exploded, wild merriment abounded. Drinks flowed, food flouris.

Everyday Living, Relationships and Poetic Lines. I am a writer and a poet. A lover of arts and culture. And have ye not read this scripture; The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner. How do I begin this essay today? Ie are you running for dear life? Thanks to Prof Attahiru Jega, if you ask me, that is an.

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Spoken Word Poetry and Vanity Cards. This world needs to heal, so much. We are broken, righ.

The buses, usually scrappy and dingy, the interior dimly lit. Often horribly filled with commuters, yet remains a unique transit in the city. The constant gibbering of the noisy commuters created a learning atmosphere for the special vocabulary of vagabonds. Yet, he waved the idea aside each time.