Thursday, 13 December 2012

Monday, 10 December 2012

THIS TRAIN

This blog is supposed to represent me as a brand, as a writer and  not as a poet not a spoken word artist or a performer. I once tried poetry and discovered that my lines didn't make sense or rather i was trying too much to rhyme. I was engrossed in the revolution,the floetry, wearing hoodies and baggy jeans . that's not me,...

WHATS THIS LIFE FOR

Whats this life for if im going to sit here waiting for my dreams to happen, whats the use if ill watch other people making it while i sit here wallowing.....a child is crying somewhere in the heart of a forest because someone abandoned it, a person lies in hospital because of some reckless driver, a bomb explodes near a church and scores of people...