MY HEART
She makes me cry even though my eyes are dry
When she hurts me I enjoy it more than anything
Her smiles make me smile and cry at the same time
Her friendship means the world to me
Not speaking to her in a day feels like not eating for a
week
No matter what she does I can always forgive her
I find it easy to bypass any wrong she does
In fact whatever she does to me is not wrong
To me she is perfect
She makes me feel so good that it is unexplainable
When I am by her I feel so heavenly
Even though I hardly touch her I can feel her warmth
In my eyes she is the most wonderful creature in the world
I would never trade her for anything
Whenever I think of her tears trickle down my cheeks
Tears I have never seen before
Tears of peace and harmony
She is my reason to keep living
I am so imperfect yet she calls me the sweetest person she
has ever met
Her laughter sounds like the chorus of Angels laughing
I feel for her
something I have never experienced
It is like with her I can never lack
She is my courage
And I will try to be there for her at all times
Because she is my heart
The feelings of love
Love
How does it
feel
Your heart
racing
Your palms
getting sweaty
That one
person always on your mind
How does one
know
When he or
she is in love
Is it when
you notice that certain craving for that special individual
When you
smile just thinking about her
Is it when
your body is shaking when you are near the person
Do you feel
like jumping and holding the person so tight
Does
everything move in slow motion when you are with the person
How does one
feel when in love
When will
you ever get to know whether what I feel is love or something else
Enmity
This world was created with so much enmity
I can feel the absence of unity
Because of the incompatibility
Of thoughts, ideas and telepathy
Without being in the mood for empathy
It seems cruel looking at the haters
Although it's an unpleasant situation
The distance is not up 2 hundred acres
Cos the foes show a high sense of attraction
Juat like the closest next door neighbors
Plotting puzzles of unexpected deception
And when they are winners
They rejoice from their plan's inception
But on the contrary when they are losers
They get caught in an abyss of confusion
Dont give up when they are above soaring
Just keep on persisting and stop groaning
Cos the world is always rotating and turning
So dont turn away your enemy
Whether he commits treason or felony
Just treat him like your crony
Then your horse will gallop faster than his pony
So let's learn to unite to form the best company.
Crazy World
This
crazy world is unfair
It
is full of despair
And
the residents find it hard to bear
It
is made up of a pair
Of
the beggar and the billionaire
But
what is rare
Is
no matter your status you still have to prepare
For
the imminent repair
Or
conclusion of this world of despair
And
ridiculously fair
My
message to those making up the pair
Is
to beware
Of
the inevitable repair
In
this crazy world’s lair
A HILL OF FAITH
A hill of faith
Just like grapes
Juicy with taste
All the way
Strengthening and empowering
Giving satisfaction
Which adds commission
Like belief
Not making us bereave
We should try to live
And accumulate a hill of faith
What we do not have
Faith, belief, moral, courage
Which do we need to gain
To make us ace
To make us precipitate
Enabling us to recuperate
Is it courage
No way, you say
Belief, Moral, or Faith
Of course Faith
It is what brings about Belief, Moral and MORE FAITH.
LIMERICKS
LOADED
LIMERICKS
The postman was cruising with his spouse
They spotted a flying grouse
Then he reached for his gun
But the spouse was not a fan of the man
Next thing he knew he was on his bed in his house
I was sitting on a balcony
Imagining the harmony
That exists in Spain
Which lacks pain
And hoping to find it in Germany
The birds were flying high in the sky
And I wished I could fly
But I looked around
And I saw I was Heaven bound
Then I turned and waved them Goodbye
Created by: Kwabena Adjei Junior
Student: Faith Hill Community School
Aspiring to be a doctor.
Posted: 27th January 2013
Epic
I am epic
All my deeds are heroic
My acts are fantastic
And often classic
It has been found out
Beyond reasonable doubt
That I am a hero
And my heroics are rated above zero
All the kids love me
They want to be like me
They’re always go through my C.V
And they agree
I’m as hard working as a bee
I am epic
The leader of a stoic
Manager of the bistroic
Found on the boat sailing on the pacific
I can clearly see I’m epic
Risk
Life is a risk
It is an unpredictable disk
It keeps a tycoon brisk
On lucky days can earn you a fisk
One takes a risk to earn a brisque
A risk is a gamble
As natural as a bramble
That makes one ramble
And patiently scramble
To win after a scamble
Successful risks bring about fame
And help to elude blame
And to also win the game
So I now proclaim
Risks are a part of you just like your name
VICTORY
I have finally found victory
And also made history
But what is mystery
Is last time, on the contrary
I wasn’t as sharp as a bistoury
Amazingly, I eluded defeat
I have got the world at my feet
Therefore my misfortunes will now deplete
My mission is now complete
My title in the hall of fame is elite
I can now conclude I’m epic
My achievement I historic
Which no one can mimic
And was not completed with a gimmick
I now see the reason behind my patronymic
This time victory is occupying my psycter
And I am defeat’s constrictor
Because I’m stuck with defeat’s sister
And I have overcome defeat with a ballista
I am a victor
Created by: Kwabena Adjei Junior
Student: Faith Hill Community School
Aspiring to be a doctor.
Posted: 27th January 2013
PW BOTHA"S
P W Botha: The Black People are Inferior
The following is a speech made by former South African President P.W. Botha to his Cabinet. This reprint was written by David G. Mailu for the Sunday Times, a South African newspaper, dated August 18, 1985.
"Pretoria has been made by the White mind for the White man. We are not obliged even the least to try to prove to anybody and to the Blacks that we are superior people. We have demonstrated that to the Blacks in a thousand and one ways. The Republic of South Africa that we know of today has not been created by wishful thinking. We have created it at the expense of intelligence, sweat and blood. Were they Afrikaners who tried to eliminate the Australian Aborigines? Are they Afrikaners who discriminate against Blacks and call them Nigge*rs in the States? Were they Afrikaners who started the slave trade? Where is the Black man appreciated? England discriminates against its Black and their "Sus" law is out to discipline the Blacks. Canada, France, Russia, and Japan all play their discrimination too. Why in the hell then is so much noise made about us? Why are they biased against us? I am simply trying to prove to you all that there is nothing unusual we are doing that the so called civilized worlds are not doing. We are simply an honest people who have come out aloud with a clear philosophy of how we want to live our own White life.
We do not pretend like other Whites that we like Blacks. The fact that, Blacks look like human beings and act like human beings do not necessarily make them sensible human beings. Hedgehogs are not porcupines and lizards are not crocodiles simply because they look alike. If God wanted us to be equal to the Blacks, he would have created us all of a uniform colour and intellect. But he created us differently: Whites, Blacks, Yellow, Rulers and the ruled. Intellectually, we are superior to the Blacks; that has been proven beyond any reasonable doubt over the years.
I believe that the Afrikaner is an honest, God fearing person, who has demonstrated practically the right way of being. Nevertheless, it is comforting to know that behind the scenes, Europe, America, Canada, Australia -and all others are behind us in spite of what they say. For diplomatic relations, we all know what language should be used and where. To prove my point, Comrades, does anyone of you know a White country without an investment or interest in South Africa? Who buys our gold? Who buys our diamonds? Who trades with us? Who is helping us develop other nuclear weapon? The very truth is that we are their people and they are our people. It's a big secret. The strength of our economy is backed by America, Britain, and Germany. It is our strong conviction, therefore, that the Black is the raw material for the White man. So Brothers and Sisters, let us join hands together to fight against this Black devil. I appeal to all Afrikaners to come out with any creative means of fighting this war. Surely God cannot forsake his own people whom we are. By now every one of us has seen it practically that the Blacks cannot rule themselves. Give them guns and they will kill each other. They are good in nothing else but making noise, dancing, marrying many wives and indulging in sex. Let us all accept that the Black man is the symbol of poverty, mental inferiority, laziness and emotional incompetence. Isn't it plausible, therefore that the White man is created to rule the Black man? Come to think of what would happen one day if you woke up and on the throne sat a Kaff*ir! Can you imagine what would happen to our women? Does anyone of you believe that the Blacks can rule this country?
Hence, we have good reasons to let them all-the Mandelas-rot in prison, and I think we should be commended for having kept them alive in spite of what we have at hand with which to finish them off. I wish to announce a number of new strategies that should be put to use to destroy this Black bug. We should now make use of the chemical weapon. Priority number one, we should not by all means allow any more increases of the Black population lest we be choked very soon. I have exciting news that our scientists have come with an efficient stuff. I am sending out more researchers to the field to identify as many venues as possible where the chemical weapons could be employed to combat any further population increases. The hospital is a very strategic opening, for example and should be fully utilized. The food supply channel should be used. We have developed excellent slow killing poisons and fertility destroyers. Our only fear is in case such stuff came in to their hands as they are bound to start using it against us if you care to think of the many Blacks working for us in our houses.
However, we are doing the best we can to make sure that the stuff remains strictly in our hands. Secondly, most Blacks are vulnerable to money inducements. I have set aside a special fund to exploit this venue. The old trick of divide and rule is still very valid today. Our experts should work day and night to set the Black man against his fellowman. His inferior sense of morals can be exploited beautifully. And here is a creature that lacks foresight. There is a need for us to combat him in long term projections that he cannot suspect. The average Black does not plan his life beyond a year: that stance, for example, should be exploited. My special department is already working round the clock to come out with a long-term operation blueprint. I am also sending a special request to all Afrikaner mothers to double their birth rate. It may be necessary too to set up a population boom industry by putting up centres where we employ and support fully White young men and women to produce children for the nation. We are also investigating the merit of uterus rentals as a possible means of speeding up the growth of our population through surrogate mothers.
For the time being, we should also engage a higher gear to make sure that Black men are separated from their women and fines imposed upon married wives who bear illegitimate children. I have a committee working on finding better methods of inciting Blacks against each other and encouraging murders among themselves. Murder cases among Blacks should bear very little punishment in order to encourage them.
My scientists have come up with a drug that could be smuggled into their brews to effect slow poisoning results and fertility destruction. Working through drinks and manufacturing of soft drinks geared to the Blacks, could promote the channels of reducing their population. Ours is not a war that we can use the atomic bomb to destroy the Blacks, so we must use our intelligence to affect this. The person-to-person encounter can be very effective.
As the records show that the Black man is dying to go to bed with the White woman, here is our unique opportunity. Our Sex Mercenary Squad should go out and camouflage with Apartheid Fighters while doing their operations quietly administering slow killing poison and fertility destroyers to those Blacks they thus befriend. We are modifying the Sex Mercenary Squad by introducing White men who should go for the militant Black woman and any other vulnerable Black woman. We have received a new supply of Love Peddlers from Europe and America who are desperate and too keen to take up the appointments.
My latest appeal is that the maternity hospital operations should be intensified. We are not paying those people to help bring Black babies to this world but to eliminate them on the very delivery moment. If this department worked very efficiently, a great deal could be achieved.
My Government has set aside a special fund for erecting more covert hospitals and clinics to promote this programme. Money can do anything for you. So while we have it, we should make the best use of it. In the meantime my beloved White citizens, do not take to heart what the world says, and don't be ashamed of being called racists. I do not mind being called the architect and King of Apartheid. I shall not become a monkey simply because someone has called me a monkey. I will still remain your bright star,
His Excellency Botha
War, the sadist of time
War, the sadist of time
An unending but stoppable macabre
Benefiting our fear and the commotion
Taking out our time
New to some but decrepit to others
An orgy of killing
The cries of the fallen which acts as war’s hors d’oeuvres
The cries ranging over 70 decibels
Esoteric but understandable
So ominous it is
Making things all wrong
Like a glitch in a machine
Why war, the destruction of all
Why vent your wrath on us
We are but mere tools
Regulated by a string of emotions
Stop and calm your wrath
Stop increasing wreaths put around graves
Conciliatory we will be
To put an end to you
War the sadist of time
Life
Life is a cycle
It goes round and round
Bad memories go away to sooth you
And can come back to haunt
So for good memories
Where all goes well
Life is not black and white
It has a dogma to be followed
Esoteric it is, if you are not fit
It has a lot like a parrot
Multicoloured and nice life is
Bad and uncomforting it can be as well
Tune your life
Like a radio with no glitch
To be clear and satisfactory
Like passing wind, it should flow free and gently
That is life
Live it well, for no regrets
Creator: Akuliga Elisha
Student, faith hill community school.
Junior High School 3.
11/30/2012
Woman, Man's Enemy!
Eve’s creation begins the problem of man. Instead of her showing mighty (great attitude) gratitude from being “coined” from Adam, she rather gives it a swag. Today, we would have been proud and undissatisfied sons and daughters of a perfect environment free of all the nagging and depressive troubles that encumber our very happiness in this unfair world.
But for woman, how could we possibly miss the Garden of Eden: a utopian home of continuous and indefatigable bliss and merry-making with the finest drinkables and eatables by mere wishful thinking. One has no option than to grow mad and angry with women when reading Genesis 2:8-z. One can only envisage unimaginably the serenity of Eden by Genesis’ diction. Per Genesis rhapsodies of the delicacies in Heaven, one can only say, “Heaven dey bi k3k3”
Today, we have being condemned to a lost land pursuing nothing from dawn to dusk every blessed day. We are fraught with loads we genuinely deserve though we cannot carry it.
As if that is not enough, the one thousand and one problems that knock on our doors everyday are brainchildren of a particular sex. These problems are exponentially reaching monumental proportions. And who knows, we might be transferred to a different land where no rain will ever drop.
First, women have an unflinching mindset of perfectionism. They expect everything to appear pleasing to them – fair or foul unconsidered. Their superego never settles any disputes amiably between the id and the ego. The woman’s desire to gratify her uncensored and primitives drives has surreptitiously mangled our earth to varying ungeometric shapes as well as breaking the order of society.
Hold your breath a moment, close your eyes, and try to picture a world of no woman. Adjust your lens well. What can you see?
Unarguably, women are “necessary evils” with bilateral strong sense of affection and belongingness to man. However, that does not help matters. Why?
Women love fame, power and success (the trio). Every woman wants an attribution and tie-up to the movers and shakers of earth. But man’s quest for these trio has never been fair but one in a million. As women are identified as natural source of pleasantries and elation, every man’s prime motive of pursuing these trio hinges on women. However, men’s struggle for these women’s bait creates a perfect competition wherein fair is foul and foul is fair – a kind of Darwinian survivors of the fittest scenario.
Notwithstanding the fact that the competition is increasingly lethal, more and more men never relent in joining the bandwagon. In effect, our very existence steeps to irreversible precariousness.
By mere fame, Name Withheld has out-of-wedlock succeeded in producing “unGodly" and unlicensed children with n women and still counting. Of course, there are more of Name Withhelds perpetuating this diabolism with fame-philia women across earth. Possibly, in the near future, the earth will be filled with people God is not “aware of” and accordingly will have no daily bread or any of their prayers answered. That will be chaotic. Right?
Most men of God, arguably mediators, between God and us have run afoul with God by virtue of the powerful predatory skills of women. Men of God have virtually become manipulative elements by the unseen power of women. The pleasure-filled women have compromised the sanctity of men of God.
The president, the legislator, the justice-giver to the poor cobbler is all condemned to the woman-created pleasure-hell.
Let no one blames no one. Lucifer, himself, said women should be his ultimate missile in the test of righteous men. Few survive this critical test.
Women and money are like bee and nectar. Indeed, if monies were on trees, women would have married monkeys.
Nearly almost all armed robbers who gangbang and ransack passenger buses and make away valuables and filthy sums of money end up in bow before a woman. This is an insinuation that women create most of the armed robbers. Therefore, chunk of liars, confidence tricksters, betrayers, drug addicts among others are certified products of women.
Per these logical arguments above, one can confidently say that the world would have been an unspoiled place without women.
A HILL OF FAITH
A hill of faith
Just like grapes
Juicy with taste
All the way
Strengthening and empowering
Giving satisfaction
Which adds commission
Like belief
Not making us bereave
We should try to live
And accumulate a hill of faith
What we do not have
Faith, belief, moral, courage
Which do we need to gain
To make us ace
To make us precipitate
Enabling us to recuperate
Is it courage
No way, you say
Belief, Moral, or Faith
Of course Faith
It is what brings about Belief, Moral and MORE FAITH.
LIMERICKS
LOADED
LIMERICKS
The postman was cruising with his spouse
They spotted a flying grouse
Then he reached for his gun
But the spouse was not a fan of the man
Next thing he knew he was on his bed in his house
I was sitting on a balcony
Imagining the harmony
That exists in Spain
Which lacks pain
And hoping to find it in Germany
The birds were flying high in the sky
And I wished I could fly
But I looked around
And I saw I was Heaven bound
Then I turned and waved them Goodbye
Created by: Kwabena Adjei Junior
Student: Faith Hill Community School
Aspiring to be a doctor.
Posted: 27th January 2013
Epic
I am epic
All my deeds are heroic
My acts are fantastic
And often classic
It has been found out
Beyond reasonable doubt
That I am a hero
And my heroics are rated above zero
All the kids love me
They want to be like me
They’re always go through my C.V
And they agree
I’m as hard working as a bee
I am epic
The leader of a stoic
Manager of the bistroic
Found on the boat sailing on the pacific
I can clearly see I’m epic
Risk
Life is a risk
It is an unpredictable disk
It keeps a tycoon brisk
On lucky days can earn you a fisk
One takes a risk to earn a brisque
A risk is a gamble
As natural as a bramble
That makes one ramble
And patiently scramble
To win after a scamble
Successful risks bring about fame
And help to elude blame
And to also win the game
So I now proclaim
Risks are a part of you just like your name
VICTORY
I have finally found victory
And also made history
But what is mystery
Is last time, on the contrary
I wasn’t as sharp as a bistoury
Amazingly, I eluded defeat
I have got the world at my feet
Therefore my misfortunes will now deplete
My mission is now complete
My title in the hall of fame is elite
I can now conclude I’m epic
My achievement I historic
Which no one can mimic
And was not completed with a gimmick
I now see the reason behind my patronymic
This time victory is occupying my psycter
And I am defeat’s constrictor
Because I’m stuck with defeat’s sister
And I have overcome defeat with a ballista
I am a victor
Created by: Kwabena Adjei Junior
Student: Faith Hill Community School
Aspiring to be a doctor.
Posted: 27th January 2013
PW BOTHA"S
P W Botha: The Black People are Inferior
The following is a speech made by former South African President P.W. Botha to his Cabinet. This reprint was written by David G. Mailu for the Sunday Times, a South African newspaper, dated August 18, 1985.
"Pretoria has been made by the White mind for the White man. We are not obliged even the least to try to prove to anybody and to the Blacks that we are superior people. We have demonstrated that to the Blacks in a thousand and one ways. The Republic of South Africa that we know of today has not been created by wishful thinking. We have created it at the expense of intelligence, sweat and blood. Were they Afrikaners who tried to eliminate the Australian Aborigines? Are they Afrikaners who discriminate against Blacks and call them Nigge*rs in the States? Were they Afrikaners who started the slave trade? Where is the Black man appreciated? England discriminates against its Black and their "Sus" law is out to discipline the Blacks. Canada, France, Russia, and Japan all play their discrimination too. Why in the hell then is so much noise made about us? Why are they biased against us? I am simply trying to prove to you all that there is nothing unusual we are doing that the so called civilized worlds are not doing. We are simply an honest people who have come out aloud with a clear philosophy of how we want to live our own White life.
We do not pretend like other Whites that we like Blacks. The fact that, Blacks look like human beings and act like human beings do not necessarily make them sensible human beings. Hedgehogs are not porcupines and lizards are not crocodiles simply because they look alike. If God wanted us to be equal to the Blacks, he would have created us all of a uniform colour and intellect. But he created us differently: Whites, Blacks, Yellow, Rulers and the ruled. Intellectually, we are superior to the Blacks; that has been proven beyond any reasonable doubt over the years.
I believe that the Afrikaner is an honest, God fearing person, who has demonstrated practically the right way of being. Nevertheless, it is comforting to know that behind the scenes, Europe, America, Canada, Australia -and all others are behind us in spite of what they say. For diplomatic relations, we all know what language should be used and where. To prove my point, Comrades, does anyone of you know a White country without an investment or interest in South Africa? Who buys our gold? Who buys our diamonds? Who trades with us? Who is helping us develop other nuclear weapon? The very truth is that we are their people and they are our people. It's a big secret. The strength of our economy is backed by America, Britain, and Germany. It is our strong conviction, therefore, that the Black is the raw material for the White man. So Brothers and Sisters, let us join hands together to fight against this Black devil. I appeal to all Afrikaners to come out with any creative means of fighting this war. Surely God cannot forsake his own people whom we are. By now every one of us has seen it practically that the Blacks cannot rule themselves. Give them guns and they will kill each other. They are good in nothing else but making noise, dancing, marrying many wives and indulging in sex. Let us all accept that the Black man is the symbol of poverty, mental inferiority, laziness and emotional incompetence. Isn't it plausible, therefore that the White man is created to rule the Black man? Come to think of what would happen one day if you woke up and on the throne sat a Kaff*ir! Can you imagine what would happen to our women? Does anyone of you believe that the Blacks can rule this country?
Hence, we have good reasons to let them all-the Mandelas-rot in prison, and I think we should be commended for having kept them alive in spite of what we have at hand with which to finish them off. I wish to announce a number of new strategies that should be put to use to destroy this Black bug. We should now make use of the chemical weapon. Priority number one, we should not by all means allow any more increases of the Black population lest we be choked very soon. I have exciting news that our scientists have come with an efficient stuff. I am sending out more researchers to the field to identify as many venues as possible where the chemical weapons could be employed to combat any further population increases. The hospital is a very strategic opening, for example and should be fully utilized. The food supply channel should be used. We have developed excellent slow killing poisons and fertility destroyers. Our only fear is in case such stuff came in to their hands as they are bound to start using it against us if you care to think of the many Blacks working for us in our houses.
However, we are doing the best we can to make sure that the stuff remains strictly in our hands. Secondly, most Blacks are vulnerable to money inducements. I have set aside a special fund to exploit this venue. The old trick of divide and rule is still very valid today. Our experts should work day and night to set the Black man against his fellowman. His inferior sense of morals can be exploited beautifully. And here is a creature that lacks foresight. There is a need for us to combat him in long term projections that he cannot suspect. The average Black does not plan his life beyond a year: that stance, for example, should be exploited. My special department is already working round the clock to come out with a long-term operation blueprint. I am also sending a special request to all Afrikaner mothers to double their birth rate. It may be necessary too to set up a population boom industry by putting up centres where we employ and support fully White young men and women to produce children for the nation. We are also investigating the merit of uterus rentals as a possible means of speeding up the growth of our population through surrogate mothers.
For the time being, we should also engage a higher gear to make sure that Black men are separated from their women and fines imposed upon married wives who bear illegitimate children. I have a committee working on finding better methods of inciting Blacks against each other and encouraging murders among themselves. Murder cases among Blacks should bear very little punishment in order to encourage them.
My scientists have come up with a drug that could be smuggled into their brews to effect slow poisoning results and fertility destruction. Working through drinks and manufacturing of soft drinks geared to the Blacks, could promote the channels of reducing their population. Ours is not a war that we can use the atomic bomb to destroy the Blacks, so we must use our intelligence to affect this. The person-to-person encounter can be very effective.
As the records show that the Black man is dying to go to bed with the White woman, here is our unique opportunity. Our Sex Mercenary Squad should go out and camouflage with Apartheid Fighters while doing their operations quietly administering slow killing poison and fertility destroyers to those Blacks they thus befriend. We are modifying the Sex Mercenary Squad by introducing White men who should go for the militant Black woman and any other vulnerable Black woman. We have received a new supply of Love Peddlers from Europe and America who are desperate and too keen to take up the appointments.
My latest appeal is that the maternity hospital operations should be intensified. We are not paying those people to help bring Black babies to this world but to eliminate them on the very delivery moment. If this department worked very efficiently, a great deal could be achieved.
My Government has set aside a special fund for erecting more covert hospitals and clinics to promote this programme. Money can do anything for you. So while we have it, we should make the best use of it. In the meantime my beloved White citizens, do not take to heart what the world says, and don't be ashamed of being called racists. I do not mind being called the architect and King of Apartheid. I shall not become a monkey simply because someone has called me a monkey. I will still remain your bright star,
His Excellency Botha
War, the sadist of time
War, the sadist of time
An unending but stoppable macabre
Benefiting our fear and the commotion
Taking out our time
New to some but decrepit to others
An orgy of killing
The cries of the fallen which acts as war’s hors d’oeuvres
The cries ranging over 70 decibels
Esoteric but understandable
So ominous it is
Making things all wrong
Like a glitch in a machine
Why war, the destruction of all
Why vent your wrath on us
We are but mere tools
Regulated by a string of emotions
Stop and calm your wrath
Stop increasing wreaths put around graves
Conciliatory we will be
To put an end to you
War the sadist of time
Life
Life is a cycle
It goes round and round
Bad memories go away to sooth you
And can come back to haunt
So for good memories
Where all goes well
Life is not black and white
It has a dogma to be followed
Esoteric it is, if you are not fit
It has a lot like a parrot
Multicoloured and nice life is
Bad and uncomforting it can be as well
Tune your life
Like a radio with no glitch
To be clear and satisfactory
Like passing wind, it should flow free and gently
That is life
Live it well, for no regrets
Creator: Akuliga Elisha
Student, faith hill community school.
Junior High School 3.
11/30/2012
CRYING
A
pour of emotion
Sometimes
leading to satisfaction
I
can’t believe myself
Out
they pour themselves
Like
a river of sorrow
With
no tomorrow
Brought
out by pain
All
with gain
Caused
by pain
No
retaliation
Diana
Diana, a
hyena
Though cocky
and tricky
Sometimes
admired
With all
her sorrow
She still
hopes for tomorrow
Hope for
the future
Hope for
the future
Diana, my
savior
Good yet
crazy
Why, I ask
Similarities,
maybe
But then
it is all back
Why I chose
her
These two
Dianas
Savior and
hyena
Good and
evil
Ying and
yang
Sun and
moon
Light and
dark
Created
by: Akuliga Elisha
Full Circle
We are here my love together again
Back where we should have always been
Back where we were meant to be
Together as one just you and me
While we were apart it seemed so wrong
I longed for you my whole life long
I ached to be with you so very much
To hear your voice to feel your touch
And now at last we've met once more
In love again as we were before
More in love than we could have ever supposed
Together again life's circle closed.
LIFE
Life
is a game
Which
comes with stages
That
comes with reasons
For no
one to play with
For
there is no future for that
Where
u act as a pad
And
control the console
Which
calls for no regret
For
you are the master mind
With a
will to draw the line between GOOD and BAD
Created by: Umar Farouk
Student: FAith Hill Community School
Full Circle
We are here my love together again
Back where we should have always been
Back where we were meant to be
Together as one just you and me
While we were apart it seemed so wrong
I longed for you my whole life long
I ached to be with you so very much
To hear your voice to feel your touch
And now at last we've met once more
In love again as we were before
More in love than we could have ever supposed
Together again life's circle closed.
THE GREAT DAY!
It was a great day
It was a fierce struggle between good and evil
A great day the repressed stood against
The suppression of their oppressors
It was the day the indolent corrupt and self-styled
Aristocrats had their blood spilled
To pacify the angered gods of our land
It was a great day of uprising that marked
The genesis of accountability and probity
In leadership and governance in Ghana
A day that determined the status quo of
Our present day society
It was the mighty day of civilian militarism
That truncated the chimpanzee-turned-monkey
Colonialism of our beloved country
What a great day worth remembrance!
The day true patriots
Sons and daughters of our land
Inspired by the disciple of Africa’s democracy
Laid their lives on the line
To fight for the liberties that we enjoy today
How I hate to imagine today’s society
Without the great day uprising
It would have been nothing
But a replica of a jungle
The great day
Admittedly was gory
But the underlying principles
Were glory
Thumbs up to the heroes and heroines
Of the great day
Blessed the souls of libertarians
What is this great day?
It is the Armageddon
It is Revelation 16:16
It is June 4th 1979
******End**********
Satan
Satan is a
monkey
Collaborating
with sin which is a donkey
When he
wants to get funky
He makes you
feel so lonely
He makes you
feel so dopey
Go away
Satan
Stay away
forever
You cannot
suppress that
That which I
feel
Blooming in
me
Which makes
me so happy
Author: Akuliga Elisha
Check out what someone thinks about women.
Woman, Man's Enemy!
Eve’s creation begins the problem of man. Instead of her showing mighty (great attitude) gratitude from being “coined” from Adam, she rather gives it a swag. Today, we would have been proud and undissatisfied sons and daughters of a perfect environment free of all the nagging and depressive troubles that encumber our very happiness in this unfair world.
But for woman, how could we possibly miss the Garden of Eden: a utopian home of continuous and indefatigable bliss and merry-making with the finest drinkables and eatables by mere wishful thinking. One has no option than to grow mad and angry with women when reading Genesis 2:8-z. One can only envisage unimaginably the serenity of Eden by Genesis’ diction. Per Genesis rhapsodies of the delicacies in Heaven, one can only say, “Heaven dey bi k3k3”
Today, we have being condemned to a lost land pursuing nothing from dawn to dusk every blessed day. We are fraught with loads we genuinely deserve though we cannot carry it.
As if that is not enough, the one thousand and one problems that knock on our doors everyday are brainchildren of a particular sex. These problems are exponentially reaching monumental proportions. And who knows, we might be transferred to a different land where no rain will ever drop.
First, women have an unflinching mindset of perfectionism. They expect everything to appear pleasing to them – fair or foul unconsidered. Their superego never settles any disputes amiably between the id and the ego. The woman’s desire to gratify her uncensored and primitives drives has surreptitiously mangled our earth to varying ungeometric shapes as well as breaking the order of society.
Hold your breath a moment, close your eyes, and try to picture a world of no woman. Adjust your lens well. What can you see?
Unarguably, women are “necessary evils” with bilateral strong sense of affection and belongingness to man. However, that does not help matters. Why?
Women love fame, power and success (the trio). Every woman wants an attribution and tie-up to the movers and shakers of earth. But man’s quest for these trio has never been fair but one in a million. As women are identified as natural source of pleasantries and elation, every man’s prime motive of pursuing these trio hinges on women. However, men’s struggle for these women’s bait creates a perfect competition wherein fair is foul and foul is fair – a kind of Darwinian survivors of the fittest scenario.
Notwithstanding the fact that the competition is increasingly lethal, more and more men never relent in joining the bandwagon. In effect, our very existence steeps to irreversible precariousness.
By mere fame, Name Withheld has out-of-wedlock succeeded in producing “unGodly" and unlicensed children with n women and still counting. Of course, there are more of Name Withhelds perpetuating this diabolism with fame-philia women across earth. Possibly, in the near future, the earth will be filled with people God is not “aware of” and accordingly will have no daily bread or any of their prayers answered. That will be chaotic. Right?
Most men of God, arguably mediators, between God and us have run afoul with God by virtue of the powerful predatory skills of women. Men of God have virtually become manipulative elements by the unseen power of women. The pleasure-filled women have compromised the sanctity of men of God.
The president, the legislator, the justice-giver to the poor cobbler is all condemned to the woman-created pleasure-hell.
Let no one blames no one. Lucifer, himself, said women should be his ultimate missile in the test of righteous men. Few survive this critical test.
Women and money are like bee and nectar. Indeed, if monies were on trees, women would have married monkeys.
Nearly almost all armed robbers who gangbang and ransack passenger buses and make away valuables and filthy sums of money end up in bow before a woman. This is an insinuation that women create most of the armed robbers. Therefore, chunk of liars, confidence tricksters, betrayers, drug addicts among others are certified products of women.
Per these logical arguments above, one can confidently say that the world would have been an unspoiled place without women.
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