Two stars partially shrouded with clouds, Standing in the terrace to behold the glimmering horizon, That was Sikkim. Days after the torrential rain, And death People’s bodies were beneath the debris, And

If you can't take the truth, chances are I'll plant you like grade/ I'm not one to fake what's the truth, when the proof's on the page The truth's in the pavement, of the foundation on which I walk/ And

On the astonished breast of pathos is Playing a musical remembrance-sound of water In the inner heart's chamber!!!! The endless tides of perception, We are weak humans to disclose it Oh! Irony is our live

I've prayed day and night Begging for you Africa My knees are scarred for life I've cried for you Africa I've searched for you Africa Like gold and silver and haunted you like hidden treasure Africa I've

I hear big names being tossed around every day And I wonder what's in a name? What scores you a front row seat Covered in a white sheet Shaking hands and sharing words with bigwigs I'm black looking slique.

I am made to question my nature Loosing my ultimate focus on my future I am made to regret existence Forgetting to walk my distance My fears are forever haunting my mind My ears get blocked by the sound

A cruel disease To both the living and the ceased. A ghost that lives in the mind Though known but given less mind! A fierce bullet that never looses its target It shoots and splits into debris The Devil

In the heart, where it all went wrong. My bone creaked and feelings felt, my sight saw, until visual became blur. My 7th sense was bloomed with emotions; a tinted red stain. I cried until the tubular went

I'm stuck between going to school or doing my own thing Like I've met people with degrees and they're still struggling in these streets And I've met some people who came from the streets , ain't do much

Poverty is a state of scarceness, Quite different from richness. A state that drives people to madness, And love attains a level of dryness. Poverty brings about anger, People are forced to use a dagger;

This is not words of a wise guy nor the lyrics of a mad boy just stating i am a man. I just want to show you your worth, i can't compare you with diamonds nor pearls or any gems of this earth Even if i

Political thugs don't buy guns for themselves. The guns are bought by politicians. These guns are used to assassinate political opponents, snatch ballot boxes, intimidate voters and electoral officers.

News (source)[ Taraba visit: PDP, Afenifere, CDHR, others berate Buhari over comments on killings Politicians have bastardised Awolowo’s legacies, loyalists allege Is President’s rejection of Peace Corps

This is my entry for yellow Saturday contest. This was taken at a market place

There are always been arguments regarding flow of informations.Many individuals believe that almost all the details regarding scientific research,business and academics should be told.Where as others are

INTRODUCTION Luke 6:43-45 “No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit. Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers.

Look at me. You see yourself as a dandelion, one of many, and not at all special: Yet, still considered a flower by some. In reality, You are a Rose, deep, rich red, delicate passion pink. Soft, satiny

About Me Am falilat by name a secondary student from Nigeria,am in SS2 class. Am in commercial class cause its my dream to be an Accountant in the future. I spend most of my time online because I love