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Your past came knocking
Your past came knocking It came with a message packaged in the person of your Ex The urge to open it was strong But I resisted Wanted you to read it and tell me what it means for us Whatever you decide I just want you to know Darling, my collection of happiness That you…
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Creativity is a child
A true artist Doesn’t impose His lyrics On a beat But let the beat Speak to him A true sculptor Is an emancipator Granting liberty To beauties Trapped in wood and clay A true writer Is always a guest To inspiration His guide On an adventure To unplanned destinations
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18XX – Part 5
Many strange things happen in our school. Little did we know that Sharon, a pupil recently admitted into the school, was sent to uncover these mysteries. She was unusually bright for her age and had gained entrance into the school using a fake identity. Unknown to whatever secret agent behind Sharon, our school had specially…
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Patience
A farmer has a cutlass in hand, before him stretches of grass to be mowed. The heat from the sun is enervating, yet he pays no attention. He pays no attention, to his aching back and waist. He is not discouraged by the little work done so far as against the vast unfinished job ahead.…
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True Heroes
You will never be prepared enough to take on any new task. Close your eyes. Move. The heat will ripen you. You are a true hero if with nothing as capital to start up your life, you can lend the perseverance in your empty pocket to one defeat after another till your name becomes a…
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Let the sparks fly
They hear “secular music”. I hear talent. I hear creativity. I hear genius. And I ask myself, ” This music could still be great without the nudity in its video and the obscene language degrading it. Why can’t the artist see it?” They say, “This is porn. Do not watch it”. And as I stare…
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18XX – Part 4
Deafening silence punctuated by sounds of chalk on a blackboard and the shifting of the teacher’s feet. The brightness injected into the classroom through its door darkens slightly, forcing the teacher and a chunk of his pupils to turn to the door. There stood headmaster Baldwin, his almost toothless gums unable to express the big…
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Windows into God
God communicates less with words. He speaks more through pain. Learn to listen. He speaks through circumstances. Pay attention. He lives in your thought processes. Think back and recognize his invisible feet, trekking your thoughts, leading you to decisions and places you know not how you arrived there. The concept of impossibilities does not make…
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Seasons
You are like a tree. If you keep moving from one job to another, from one church to another, from one country to another, from one relationship to another or switching businesses every now and then, you won’t give yourself the opportunity to grow. Give everything a chance. Give that relationship a chance. Give that…
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18XX – Part 3
It was time for our first lesson. And as the teacher motioned for the board to be cleaned, I starred at him, wondering what could have brought him all the way from the south to the far north here with its harsh weather conditions. The south of the country was bustling with economic activities and…
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