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Happy Nigeria Independence Day!!!
In what seems to be most protected characteristics you carry is your Country beyond Self.
Africa most populous country (Nigeria) is 59 today and God has established a prosperous nation in us.
In noting the fact that every country depends on each other to grow, and Nigeria is not left behind on this.
Please continue to pray and support the Better NIGERIA.
Love goes beyond all this:
I'm not a good writer. Writing to me is much work to do.
Basically, the breaking down meaningless words to form a meaningful sentence.
But everyday I write, I feel so desperate to write more meaningless but impactful note.
I'm trying to be able to express something out of me that makes me feel ease.
Lettrs make me to find what I'm capable of writing.
I cried my cry,
I whisper in me when crying,
Why is the cry so alone?
To be born a boy is not to be born a man,
Struggling towards unknown end,
Where every darkness is filled with possibilities,
My life is not mine, and my way is not a gain,
Absolutely for a purpose there been,
Dangerous world, they say.
What have you done to make it less endangered?
Our voice is needed to make it worth living.
Sleepless nights make me lean,
Thoughtful day make me go crazy,
Our time is magical in running,
Our goals are so numerous to unveil.
Give me a peace, and I will dash it to another.
Nature provided, God is our provident.
Forsaking the tradition of the past, sentiments surrounding nature and endowing attach to the sea...
So much happenings around the world, agenda goes, agreement come. Still the world is much a beautiful handiwork of God.
Moon brings the beauty in the evening, darkness filled the atmosphere. Small glowing light cover the empty power of the dark.
Beauty makes the kingdom fights, smiles that comes with the ugly better thank the tears surrounding the beauty.
Happiness give life meaning, little spark can burn a whole mansion. Love goes beyond romance.
My life, a great will of the Creator.
I will still write again...
Attacking each day with hope, elongating every moments with thanksgiving.
Serenity provides, God's decides. Every faiths come with acceptance.
Destiny is what makes a man. Life is full of politics from within.
It's my will to fight on, conquering enemies within and outside.
Absolute power corrupt absolutely.
The way of God is not the way of man.
Great thoughts start with great mind.
I'm who I'm becoming. And who I'm becoming represent who I was.
I'm so glad to be here again to be read out silently. Thank you all.
Maybe one day, all this pains will be gone,
Maybe one day, all excuses will turn joy, and all efforts will be fruitful.
I wish that day will be today, but tommorow will still become today.
I'm waiting on God, and he's never too late.
Freedom lives with God. I can't wait to be free from #Poverty #Loneliness #Sins #Pains #Isolations #Night-weeps.
It is unusual to say this:
Every man born to give out the supreme best out of nothing,
Every man goes out each day with different purposes, but come late at night with different stories,
An accomplisher got there totally by accident or coincidence in a plan with God,
Great things start with a great thoughts, a peaceful and calm mind is an antidote for success,
African is a place where all possibilities can be flirt out with undecided politics,
I welcome myself back to the midst of literally healthy people.
Beamed with sophisticated mind
Emotionless countenance arrives
Fear became a thoughtless way
Though it was crazy to recalled
Economically, it was not well
Life garnered a warrior to fight
But the battle was too fresh to loss
Dangerous note was sent overnight
Too early to quit
Retreat makes the fighters coward
Fighting to live is fight to life
History remembers only the winner
Last hope is not worn out
Greater days ahead the believers
Grasshopper in the field feeding
Peace makes war shy
Writing a note to my dream
Sleeping in an hollow roof
Singing songs of wisdom and moral
Evacuating the old tough days
Silence brings much wisdom to us
Faster to hear than to say
Below every substandard
Future been a topic of the past
Sweetness in the comb of honey
Hurriedly tastes bite the tongue
Venom rattles, bees sings
Our life been a violet
Escape man from the prison pains
Saluting the crime of the age
Began to reminisce the odd times
Sour like aloe vera plants
Embracing the old time ways
Can't have it no more
Preparing the future unknown
Too sure not to be bet
Win or loss makes the life
Destiny says more to us
Ours is a script to act
Just like the writer stage the work
Beyond my thoughts......
Beyond my imaginations.....
Beyond my knowledge.........
Beyond my many questions......
Birth, Life, Sickness, Sorrow, Pains, Death......
It sadden my heart when I see younger people dead, why?
Life is Short, even when it seems to be longer, but it is still short.
What a fairy tales a life could be? I hope someday I could understand why life is life, and why death is more feared?
Crying.... I'm crying because I need to cry for the young people who lost to place unknown.
I'm not afraid to write because I'm still gonna die one day at a time when I won't be able to read all I have wrote.
Great thoughts occupies my mind, how the world would have been beautiful...
Coincidence is not happenings within the state of our shadow
Split milks waste not, for the floor tastes of it too
Women is a product of a good life, if not for a wife, neither it will be for a daughter nor sister.
Life at the opposite is arrangement of our script which we act upon.
Things comes upside down not because of our mistakes or our imperfections, but ye ask of our destiny.
What ends it all, is life doesn't come the way we plans.
Our creator is our perfect maker.
Life is a gift that can not be traded with anything.
It's absolutely for only you because it's yours. Someone's else life can't be yours.
Leading a life that fulls of admiration and emulation is Golden.
One thing I learnt about respect is, earn not bought.
Human being were created from mud and returns to it, while living, remember it was privileged.
I cries every little time I remembers life is short because no way I can make it longer, but our contributions towards a better life of others can make it more longer because every little things we added to the world counts no matter how good or bad.
I will want to be simple and humble if I'm permitted, but my believe is my guide.
Sometimes in life, we stumbles not because we can't stand but because we are not sure while we are standing.
Life without some difficulties is not life but a play. I actually wanted to write because I believe this is part of my basic existence.
We glorified our daily life if it's of God and our witness is actually in us.
Been born poor is not a problem but dying poor is out of talk. We project how and what we want to be and in our little mind lives a greatness.