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AFRICAN CHILD
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Who will cry for the African child,
Who while in the womb felt the high sun intensity?
Who while in womb was carried to the forest to fetch food?
Who felt the weight of the heavy wood his/her mother carried home?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who cried so much haven being born in Africa,
Who happens to be born hundreds of miles from the hospital?
Who did not even have all the necessary vaccines?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who at five had his/her last hug from his/her own parent?
Who did not even have a single toy to play with?
Who cannot be proud of no injury/illness at five?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who cannot have the basic needs of cloth, education and good shelter?
Who is left with only corporal punishment to be corrected?
Who cannot discuss or share his/her views with his/her parents?


Who will cry for the African child?
Who no more inherits his/her “parents” but
Whose future his/her parents are borrowing?
Who study so hard just to have enough knowledge to be unemployed?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who is a victim of discrimination and corruption?
Who has no human right?
Who has no place in decision-making even on his own fate?

Who will cry for the African child?
Whose only job opportunity is to be a child soldier?
Who is exposed to wars, strikes and revolts?
Who are spicements for political experiments?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who is never free from the malaria parasite?
Who is HIV’s most fertile ground?
Who can never be termed as healthy?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who is being taken for granted?
Who do not have control even over his/her own life?
Who even at 30 has very little hopes of surviving out of his/her parent’s household?

Who will cry for the African child?
Who makes the world laugh but the world makes him/her cry.
Who has gone short of tears to cry for his/her own self?


Who will cry for the African child?
A GOOD CHILD HE/SHE TRIES TO BE.

(sponsor a child at the NONG Offanage at nonghills@yahoo.com )

June 13, 2008 | 5:24 AM Comments  0 comments

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WHO AM I?

Who am I?
Who are You?

This being of mine, whatever it really is, consist of a little flesh, a little breath and the ruling reason. I am a citizen of the World and proclaim that I live in the best of all possible worlds and the pessimist fears this is true. I stretched between the animal and superman- a rope over an abyss.
My capacities have never been measured nor to be judge of what I can do by any precedents, so little has been tried.
Hopes where my dream of yesterday, Courage is the virtue, which champions my cause of right, the decent boldness ever meet with friends.
Nothing is too high for my daring; I storm heaven itself in my folly.
I am infected by the deadly-disease of curiosity. I labour against my own cure: Death, the cure of all diseases.

By Franklin


February 26, 2007 | 1:35 PM Comments  0 comments

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WISDOM

WISDOM

MAKE WISDOM YOUR PROVISION FOR THE JOURNEY FROM YOUTH TO OLD AGE.
WOSDOM IF FULL OF PITY AND THEREBY
MEN PAY FOR TOO MUCH WISDOM WITH MUCH PAIN.

WISDOM IS NOT FINALLY TESTED IN SCHOOLS
WISDOM CANNOT BE PASSED FROM ONE HAVING IT TO ANOTHER NOT HAVING IT.
WISDOM IS OF THE SOUL, IS NOT SUSCEPTIBLE OF PROOF, IS IST OWN
PROOF.

MAN DOESN’T BEGIN TO ATTAIN WISDOM UNTILL HE RECOGNISES THAT HE IS NO LONGER INDISPENSABLE.
WISE MEN, THOUGH ALL LAWS WERE ABOLISHED, WOULD LEAD THE SAME LIVES.

January 26, 2007 | 8:15 AM Comments  0 comments

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LOVE

LOVE

AH! What is Love? It is a pretty thing,
As sweet unto a shepherd as a King,
And sweeter too;
For Kings have cares that wait upon a crown
And cares can make the sweetest Love to frown.

How do I Love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee with a Love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smile, tears, of all my life! - if God choose,
I shall but Love thee better after death.

Oh my love’s like a red, red, rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
Oh my Love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tuned.

Why do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
To see her is to love her,
And love but her forever,
For nature made her what she is,
And never made another

Oh my love’s like a red, red, rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
Oh my Love’s like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tuned

Where love is great, littlest doubts are fear,
When little fear grows, great Love grows there.

January 18, 2007 | 3:30 AM Comments  0 comments

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HOPE

HOPE

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
Hope is itself a species of happiness and perhaps, the chief happiness which the world affords.
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun.
The brightness of our life is gone.
Hopes are but the dreams of those who wake.
True Hope is swift, and flies with swallow winds.

I live on Hope and I think do all in the world.
To the sick, while there is life there is Hope.
Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was Hope.
We did not dare to breathe a prayer or to give our anguish scope.
Perhaps Hope is the chief happiness, which the world affords.

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
Hope; dead live nevermore, No, not in heaven
Hope spring eternal in the human breast, man never is, but always to be blest.
Hope comes with a way

I live on Hope and that I think do all in the world.
All is for the best in the best of all possible world.
The refuge from pessimism is the good men and women existing at any time in the world.
KEEP HOPE ALIVE

December 8, 2006 | 8:14 AM Comments  0 comments

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