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It is paradoxical, placing evil and good on the same page of life book. But, it can be as much interesting, experiencing an event that hasn't happened ever since the creation  of mankind, hence; Evil wants good to prevail. This same way we have some blessings disguised as evil, do we also have some evils disguised as good. For the good that causes evil is tantamount to evil while the evil that causes good is equal to good. All things being unchanged. I had read a fascinating story about the Persian poet, Rumi que Mo'avia, the first of the Omniad caliphs and Lucifer in the book entitled Like the Flowing River by Paolo Coelho. Below is the extracts from Like the Flowing River  which we can learn from. One day, the Persian poet Rumi que Mo'avia, the first of the Omniad caliphs, was sleeping in his palace when he was woken up by a strange man. 'Who are you?' he asked. 'I am Lucifer,' came the reply. 'And what do you want?' 'It is the hour ...

Do we have to back off from what is right because it is hard? Do we have to deviate from our heart desire because it appears infeasible. What  do we need to do when we are in the state of confusion. I need to recollect how we are raised. Oh! I can only recall how I was raised. Why should we believe others definition about us? For the positive ones, we can work on them and for the otherwise, we shall ignore them. Life isn't about what you do the same. It's about what you do differently. Do you believe that challenging the status quo would make a world a better place? Or perhaps, living by the rules is what will make do? You can drop your opinions. Thanks. 

The class struggle between the bourgeoisie and the proletariat is a politics beyond natural affiliations only. It goes beyond a mere racial challenges between the upper class and the lower class. However, it is a struggle that cannot be changed even if we have an angelic intervention. As humans, wherever we belong to is our identity which tell people more about us than words. If you are a black, beyond what you posses as quality, your colour will be the first indicator of where you belong. It is an obvious fact that cannot be shielded with any veil. Instead of us to concentrate more on the biodiversity among the elements in the world, we were struck in the air of arrogance and selfishness - discriminating people by creating segregation through language, dressing, food and belief, ignoring that the universe has its own language. Life is becoming less vivacious the more we subject our attitude to favour some group of people and disobliged others. If truly we want the world to be...

In the silence of your pain Was an echo of travails. So bright and loud Making your emotion beclouded Beneath your posture of calm Lies a furnace of clime You're a victim of love An innocent in the dungeon of torture In the pool of your tears Where you swim in fears. Your body thaw into vapor And you were swept away from yourself. The pain cooked by lies Was delectably served with spice. I watched you take every stroke Of cane that wouldn't be revoked And why were you tortured? So blank, you couldn't measure The reason why pain had chosen you Making your skin the page of sorrow. Your fate isn't natural Even love can be irrational. You'd followed the route of salvation  Your stubborn hope could you redemption  For the beauty of race Which you'd ran with little pace. Your life's hook in a crevice Of two walls in your dream edifice. You're the remain of ancestral pain Where color suffice you hunger Your name's littl...

Our Africa The home of rubies Where everyone would wish to lobby. We are the conquerors Because we survived our stained past. All the chains adorned on our ancestor Had been turned jewelry of honour. Beneath our Stygian complexion Lies uncanny qualities and perfection. We are the soldiers of light With our crest from a victorious fight. In our diversity Buttoned multi diversity Myriads ethnicity Yet we are still a singular city Is our history not one? The cracks of whip and hunger. And now that we're achiever Time had favored us. From the mountains in west To the rivers in the east We'd see the footsteps of our fathers Towards freedom and existence Through the south and north We'd stand to correct our past faults We're the remnants of the conquered greatness Exploited by intruders. Our land is enriched and blessed Fertile and hidden beneath gold We are Africans We are the soldiers of light Oh my Africa!  The outcome of strength and per...