For the mighty River Zambezi and the Victoria Falls are part of us.
Come and learn about the traditional life style of the Africans,
For my name is Boakye and i came from Ghana.
I have more stories to for you as well and,
Your visit will know the humanities and the identities too;
For the mountains of the broken bottles await you.
Cat paws and eagle claws,
We are still in here with the beauty of nature.
And like the muse of Africa in the news worldwide.Footling, ton, not, too, on, no, long, loot, fin, fool!But i need a glass of water to quench my thirst on this love,And like the words of your mother in the land of your muse;But try to live peacefully always with everyone.
Cruelty,Do not expect to see me again;But your name left to me was Estalo.
So i followed the trace of your blood and i met you,Because i want to heal you with my love!Come out and receive your healing oh Bette,For the other soldiers are all dead!And i came into this fight because of your love.
There are many colours around us and,You can enjoy the colours in your bathrooms too;For nature is full of colours!Like the human beings,I an brown in colour and my mother is a black woman from Africa.I have many relatives all over the continets and,My father is a white man from the U.S.A.Four of my aunties…
But the Bible is the most wonderful storybook ever written.From Ur to Rome and from Nima to the U.S.A.!And with the narrative issues of the truth from the Hebrews;So Abraham begot Isaac and Isaac begot Jacob.The evening and the morning were declared the first day,So read ‘Genesis 1: 5’ to understand this muse;And let true…
But i will speak to you and i will question you,For the bull’s flesh is now in your pot.Peep, deep, weep, beep, jeep, keep, seep;As hard as a lower millstone!But the strikes had exposed your underpants,And like the muse of your mind in the land of war! !
