How does God punish our wrongdoings? Exactly like this:
Yesterday, it all seemed clear: backpack stuffed,
Maps marked and ready, dreams clear and steady
Like a tight line stunt.
I told him exactly the same as I’m telling you now: The gun you point at your people is a gun you point At your
There’s an orchestra in the trees A funny band they are, uniform with instruments. The same notes rustle enchanted leaves, Putting on a show for
There are times that life gets so complicated that you lose hope, that you believe that you are just a mistake in God’s master-plan. In
This is what I learnt from working for the white man: The rainy season will come each year, and so will the dry