Racism

I look at myself, I am black and when I take a look at you, you are white.I look in the mirror, I am white and when I take a closer look at you, you are black yet you are still who you are and I am who I am. The colour of our skin is nothing but a colour and holds no significance. What makes us who we are, is what we speak, what we stand for...what we believe in. I dream of a day when the sky shall open it's eyes and behold men from all nations interacting together as one... What a united sight it is! In my everyday world, people are denied the opportunities to live freely because of how dark or how light skinned they are.Who has ever imagined all inhabitants of the earth having the same colour of skin...How boring! But the Almighty one...the maker of all things who does all in perfection chose to make us all in different unique ways so why don't we all accept that fact and embrace the love we should be sharing? The answers lie in your hands...Let's help ourselves to change our world.

Tribute to Michael Joseph Jackson.

My tribute to michael joseph jackson ...Life is actually more than what we take it to be. Our mission in this world has a deeper meaning than the parties, the girls and all the fun. Life itself has more meaning than we know and yet we take the whole lot for granted. As there is life, so is there death and no man is above the power of death yet we take a lot for granted and push aside those things that really matter. In our comfort and riches, millions are dying right under our noses but we do not give a helping hand. If only we went to the market to see people who bent down to select already used clothes maybe we would appreciate that 'Primark' shirt. If only we saw how children walked to school in their sandals, maybe we would thank our maker for putting us in that' Ugly' Peugeot 504 and If only we had a feel of what it means to wake up to a morning of hunger and sleep to a night of suffering only then would we be happily enjoy that nasty local meal and our fans that bring out dust. Today, I cry for once again that one person who really stood out has been take away. Yet! in my sadness I rejoice, for the true meaning and value of life has been brought to my eyes and I push aside those things that really don't matterI hope to bring to completion, that which Michael Joseph Jackson started years ago And by the grace of the Almighty one, We shall heal the world.

Pitiful End

He created the world to be in perfection and h e alone parted the seas from land and brought light into darkness. He moulded the birds that whistle their sweet songs and breathed life into them and after it was all done, he made man...He alone >The Almighty God. As the Yorubas would praise, 'Oyigiyigi fun yin baba! Alagaba ina! Eru jeje to n migbo kiji kiji! Oba mi oba nla eyin ma le logo ju lo'. Yet in all his perfection, we choose to cause ourselves and our fellow men pain. Why would man gain hapiness from seeing his fellow man's downfall? A question that still remains unanswered in my head, for men of this world derive pleasure from killing, stealing and putting bitterness and sorrow in the lives of their victim's family. I have only one consolation...That there is an Almighty judge who sees everything and makes sure the wicked don't go unpunished and I await that day, that what went around would come right back around.

Today in the sands of time would remain a memorable day in the minds of many

Today, a friend was lost to the hands of death

He was beheaded and a dagger was placed in his head by hired assasins

My heart roars for justice and my world thirsts and yearns endlessly for peace

But as I always say in times of trouble and dismay,  these too shall pass away.

    

Song of sorrow

I wish i could see her again, could look at her and smile again. I wish i could take her by the hand and call her mine but she's been taken by another. My brethren has claimed my right, my heart filled up with pain and hate so tight. They say let something go and if it comes back to you it's truly yours but this boomerang has been gone for too long. I wish I could take away all this pain in an instant but she has wrecked me so bad. A lamb evolving into a bull is a perfect example of what is happenning to me. I vex at the sight of positivity......I enjoy the sound of chaos and destruction but I hope and pray that one day my boomerang shall finally find me. I look my brethren in the eye and ask why? Life isn't fair is what I get! A story which is forbidden , a taboo to humanity,an abomination before the gods, is what i am telling. I am stuck in this dark room with nothing and everyone has deserted me. Friends, family and my love so I resort to my last hope...Sleep. But even sleep is too busy for me and I can only hear the voice of my beating heart crying out for something to hold on to. Yet! there is sadness in happiness, there is noise in silence there is evil in good and there is joy in pain. As much as I suffer I still see grace approaching and in this dark tunnel I can still see a ray of light. In this abyss i'll surely land, In this despair i'll still smile,For the day of my redemption is to come...