mum

When ever i look at my palm ..i wonder which of those tiny crisscross lines made me so luck to av u as my mum......A gift of gold is expensive, a gift of money is precious, a gift of roses is lovely, but d gift of having u as my one n only mum is priceless.....ur d best mum in d world.....i love my mum.....

MA F-R-I-E-N-D-S

Never abandon old friends, they are hard 2 replace, friendship is wine:it gets better as it grows older...

I wish i could break my ribs to make a pen, cut my skin to make a paper, take out my blood to make a ink, just 2 write... "I MISSING MY FRIENDS"

finaly,

A big hola to my sweet lovin, suga coated, shaky chocomilo, yumy honey, dip meltin, cheezy, peperoni, spicy fresh milky FRIENDS....

Love u all....

they say we are free....

They say we are free and colonization is a thing of the past,
but look around you people,
time is going by and we still can't get it right,
the say our land is home of poverty and disease,
and we are treated like second-class citizens of the world,
our leaders run around begging 4 help,
wen the solution arrive here at home with us,
they future of dis land is in the hands of every man and woman,young and old,
evryone of us has a share in the blame for the failure of this society,
see, we are still slaves, economically we are still slaves,
politically we are still slaves, idiologicall we are still slaves.

We are trying to fix things from the top to the ground,
but the way to solve it is from the ground upward,
last in change beggins at the individual level,
every one deeps in the pot but no one replenishes,
have you forgotten the rules,
without love there can be no true justice and peace,
we must turn our back on selfishness and greed,
and go back to our culture of communities,
"ALL FOR ONE, AND ONE FOR ALL"
not just any man to his own,
we must go back to the land, a nation dat can not feed itself will always remain sub-serving to others,
belief me, we are still slaves, to material wealth we are still slaves,
to religion we are still slaves,
to foreign ideal we are still slaves.

This land will be a great place one day,
a place were dreams come true,
our hope is in the children,
teach dem to love their fellow man,
and never to judge anyone with the colour of their skin, religion or language,
teach dem to be proud of our culture,
and the values of hard-work and perseverance,honesty n humility,
treat every child like ur own,
for every child, no mater the circumstances of his birth is a beacon to this glorious future,
teach dem to be strong in love,
and never look down on themselves,
teach them to be strong, and learn to raise their head up were ever they may go,
teach the children to sing this song of pride,n let dem sing it loud n clear,

AM NOT ASHAMED TO BE WHO I AM, AM NOT ASHAMED,
AM A PROUD AFRICAN AM NOT AFRAID,
AM A CHILD OF THE MOST HIGH, AND AM NOT ASHAMED.......