I'm not quite where I would like to be
At this ripe old age of twenty-three
no where near it's vicinity
not as tall or emotionally mature
not as sure, my mind is constantly at war.
There is no right time
we just keep keeping on
Ridding mother Earth of her natural resources
Sucking the land dry
And feasting on it’s carcass
Nothing more to give
Because we went and ate/drank it all
Ravished it to the bone and more
Sucked the bone marrow out
Even gnawed at the bone
There's nothing left
Nothing at all
But yet somehow I still want more.
Sometimes it's so hard to say goodbye, that we often think of not saying goodbye at all.
Is it better to hold onto the pain, or is it best to let it go and say goodbye?
When you connect with someone for a short while, but have them fixated in your mind. ✨
Halika at pumasok ka. Meron akong kwento.
Bata palang ako mahilig na akong mag basa at mag sulat. Simula nang natuto sa pag babasa ay nagulat nalang daw sila at hapon na ay hindi ko pa mabitawan ang binabasa ko. Hindi man kagandahan ang sulat kamay ko, sulat doktor nga daw, patuloy padin ang pag susulat ko. Pangarap kong maging manunulat, awtor ng isang libro, mag susulat ng tula at mag basa ng mga libro. Ngunit sa bilis ng mundo, hindi yata ako nakahabol. Ilang beses akong kinakatok ng diwa ko upang simulan na ang gusto ng puso ko, pero masyado akong abala kakahabol sa makamundong mga bagay. Hanggang sa napagod na ako, at kinatok nya ako muli. Pinakita ang mga sinulat ko noon pa, at sobrang gulo ng mga ito. Unti unting inayos hanggang sa nakabangon muli at nakahawak ulit ng panulat.
Ngayon, malinis na ang kwarto.
Tara umupo ka, mag kwentuhan na tayo. Magsimula tayo sa mga tala. Pag uusapan natin ang pag mamahal, kasiyahan at kalungkutan. Teka at ilalabas ko na ang aking mga liham.
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fuck you and your bitter sweet.
There is no half way.
There is no part time.
There is no 50%.
There is no job well done.
The hustle is all or nothing!
The hustle is a full time job!
The hustle always has up’s & down’s!
The hustle is 24hrs a day, 365 days a year!
I’ve seen many fight against the odds, and many more just luck out, and “make it” only to think they’ve “made it” (My true hustlers understand the difference here)
Since they think they’ve “made it” they grow complacent, and complacent ALWAYS leads to loss & failure.
Remember folks, it’s the small steps, DAILY that will, not only help you get it, but KEEP it!
Do you believe in destiny?
Do you believe that there is one person who is destined for you? And if so is it guaranteed that you end up with that person?
Happy Indepence MAMA akenbuland
The birth place of
mandingo warrior Kunta kinteh ''Long live the people of the nation of The River #Gambia
Land of sweet water's
And smiling sun
The Gambia on an independence day of our nation The Republic of The Gambia 18 February 2019
I am honoured and showing my gratitude how delighted I am to be part of a people of roots traditions and cultural heritage, that keep me fully awakening of my africanity.
Knowing we are Akenbuland
An we were an independent state people of cultural values and esteems an evolved long before the colonialists step foot in on the land, long before slavery interrupted our history land and culture
World evolution begins from Africa and does universal civilization
The first birth place of all mankind
We are breakers of chains and shackles
Beneath our skins, still remaining hidden secrets, untold stories that still remain uncoded.
We are sons and daughters of an ancestral warriors whom were totally independent before colonial oppressors issued independent
We are sons and daughters of artitects and arts.
Slavery interrupted african history
Abused her women & children, oppressed and materialised her brave warriors
We were independent centuries before 1965
We are not independent from the hands of the oppressors as long we are seeking ideas and associates from the same systemization that oppressed us and still suppressing us
Manipulating an institutionaliszing us hidden secrets that still remain on hold
Know your inpendence thousandsbof years before slavery interrupted your history land and culture.
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I saw this photo in my gallery and I realized it’s been six months since I took this at Fred’s. An old bar I used to come to when there were ants crawling in my head. The difference that night was I was with you. A stranger I was attempting to get to know.
I couldn’t remember everything we talked about that night. All I know is that we haven’t stopped talking since then. Half a year of greeting the same person first thing in the morning. Half a year of thinking of the same name before I go to sleep.
They say it takes two months to form a habit. At least 60 days before an action turns into an instinct. So, it’s like three times more of getting in awe of your smile. Of wanting to kiss the corners of your lips everytime they wave at me. Holding your hand is now an instinct like the way we open our palms to receive a gift.
You said that the term “I love you” is overused. That you prefer saying it only in moments it’s bursting out of you. But there are fireworks of I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you inside me. And I can go on three times more. Until it becomes a reflex I don’t have to think about just to be able to do.
it’s okay to be imperfect | lonny dells