These Streets! One cannot forget these intimidating up and down stares furiously targeting the good citizens of this town. Who are these people, these faceless bullies and where did they come from? We used to fill and occupy these streets from corner to corner and screamed all day long as kids. Hey. We feared nothing at all because these streets belonged to us. We will not allow our streets to be deserted in broad daylight as if we’re back to pandemic days! My mother and father were born and met on these streets. I lived under their shadows after they introduced me to these same streets. I grew up on these streets, I know and speak the language of these streets and unreservedly own these streets. These streets gifted me my place in the sun and all the wokeness that comes with my birthright. I wrote these verbs, prose, and verbiage for you because I can. To remind all and sundry that Pikelela left his footprints on these timeless streets. Yep, these streets are mine, and I own the ...
MY EPILITHIC BEAUTY! My Epilithic Beauty. She doesn't have the seductive eyes of Abigail nor misleading charms and swerving curves of Delilah. She's no Cleopatra nor Queen of Sheba. She charms no one. Her smiles and laughs, all belong to her. My Epilithic Beauty. She carries no sword nor brandishes her natural assets to attract men: She's simply a woman with nature. She's no soul snatcher and takes no prisoners with her! She only holds sway over her man. All famous women, famously known by their seductive beauty, and feminine strength: to tame great renown men of valour. They turned their beauty into swords to beat heroes and mighty kings in their own games. Kingdoms and Empires were brought down to their knees. All famously accredited for leaving famous trails of blood of feared men: heads of kings brandished as medals. Fearless and most regal men, believe and think that playing with dangerous seductive women: is just another game inside the theatre of death....
Fading With The Stars! The difference is very plain to see, no matter how much you try to ignore the skies above your head. You can try your best to walk as straight as possible without lifting your head up but guess what? The horizon will flip you back to the skies: the space in between is where our thoughts fly easily without any impediments. Would you believe it if I told you that you really do not need wings to fly? God gave all the wings to the birds of heaven and to His holy angels. Angels and birds need no imaginations to know how flying is like. We are the real birds of heaven when it comes to flying and soaring. When I was a boy, it was hard for me to walk around with my head bowed without bumping against somebody walking in the opposite direction. My world and my town did not look anything like what I see today: everything has changed. I feel like my original artist who first painted my world had died; what is going on? Fading with the stars may seem like ...
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