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Thankful for Grace … by Yvonne Ebbi

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Thankful for Grace Always Grace to Embrace Grace to Praise Grace to Raise Grace to say “YES” …All of my Days Grace to take my Place Grace for the next Phase Grace to Chase Grace for the Race Grace to seek HIS Face Grace to know HIS Ways Grace to Erase …And leave no Trace Grace to fix my Gaze Grace to Amaze Grace to conquer the Maze …For it’s in me to Blaze Grace to set the Pace Grace to be an ACE!                                                                                                ...

"CONVERSATIONS OF PALANQUINS & STOOLS"

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 "CONVERSATIONS OF PALANQUINS & STOOLS" (mimicking the 'stand' of Voltaire) . ..And so, the old man spoke breathlessly, saying: "Ah, and when and where did we loose touch so fast to have tripped so far..!!?? Were we not the ones who named women? How come now, they seek to define us. Is it not said by our fearbearers that lizards never out-wit the crocodile? Then now, tell me, how come history is bending its head in utter shame? How come the mouth that named all of history is muted in a cemetry-like silence? Accursed! Accursed! Accursed, we have become! For a man who refuses to draw forth his sword from the sheath in the time of war is a traitor; a friend of our foes. Such a man is duly and dutifully accursed! From whence comes all these non founded chastisement of the male spicemen? The gene that has held the promise of history till present? From whence comes the wisdom of staggering tress to undermine and attempt to ...

Glorify His Name by Juliana Awala

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birds sing… to glorify your Name the sun shines  to glorify your Name the wind blows to glorify your Name the flower dances to glorify your Name the rain falls to glorify your Name the dark’s quietness  glorifies your Name the sunlight brightens the earth to glorify your Name your children obey your words to glorify your Name I glorify your Name forever and ever Juliana Awala, February 2015

Get Up! by Chaka

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This is not a poem. Life is tough. Get up. When the enemy knocks you off your feet, get some sand in your hands and throw it in his eyes. Then get up. If he’s holding you down on the ground somewhere, grab him by the leg and bite him with all your strength. Then get up. The enemy doesn’t fight fair; well, neither do you. Kick him in the groin. Then get up. You? You are never out of the fight, and the fight is never out of you. Get up. Negotiate. No matter the situation; negotiate. When the landlord says he will throw your property on the street. Negotiate. When he throws your property on the street. Negotiate; with him or with someone else. When your bills are overdue. Negotiate and renegotiate. You can always negotiate. Never close your mouth in the face of adversity. When you are going after that contract. Negotiate, or fight. You are never out of the fight. You are never out of the negotiation. Negotiate or fight. Then get up. Life is tough. Refuse to give up. When ...

CREATIVITY IN THE 21ST CENTURY by Crystal E Poet

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 Creativity is a phenomenal whereby something new and somehow valuable is formed. The created items may be intangible (such as idea, a scientific theory, a musical composition, or a joke) or a physical object (such as an invention, a literary works, or a painting). Scholarly interest in creativity involves many definition and concepts of pertaining to the number of disciplines such as psychology, philosophy, cognitive science, education, philosophy, technology, theology, sociology, linguistic, business studies, song writing and economics covering the relation between creativity and general intelligence, mental and neurological process, personality types and creative ability.  However, Creativity begins with the foundation of knowledge, learning,and theuse of imagination or original ideas to create something imaginative. However creativity is the act of turning new and imaginative ideas into reality. Moreover, creativity is characterized by the ability to perceive the wor...

We Are Ready by Titilope Sonuga

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They said they heard a war growling in our bellies said we had a taste for blood they imagined us clawing apart our country hungry and greedy They said the Giant of Africa had nursed her growing pains too long bones creaking and stretching to hold still the tremble of fault lines across land mass across tribe across religion across language They said our voices were too small to be heard over the noise of bombs over the noise of pundits and prophets with predictions about chaos and carnage oil gushing from our open wounds They said we were not ready But maybe it was something in the wind maybe we caught the scent of an old promise and remembered something something familiar as freedom an unrelenting, irrational hope demanding answers for generations waiting bodies hunched like question marks beneath an angry sun On that day we dared even lightening to touch us dared the rain to wash away our resolve as we bloomed defiant across the country purple thumb...