Tags : Spoken Words



Growing up, I watched my mother Fold my dreams neatly And placed them safely At a corner in her heart. And even when the storms Of life tried to blow visions Out of sight She always had those dreams in READ MORE



Our Very Own Christmas

This Christmas, I heard harmattan told cold to fold Gratefully, the trees are yet dancing, Cause the breeze is still breathing So, we remain the happy people that we are; For our joy cannot be dehydrated, As our thirsty peace READ MORE