I am called the Dark Continent Yet the Sun Rays always abide in me They say they discovered me Yet I was here long afore them I am called primitive Though civilisation began in me I am Africa, a denied treasure My children were taken away from me Chained and sailed away Beaten and slaved … Continue reading Africa

Eyes on the prize

As much as I would like to master many languages, It is better just to learn God's Word As much as I would like a pimped ride, I yearn to ride in the Chariots of the Most High I would love to live in a lavish manor But it is my longing to spend eternity … Continue reading Eyes on the prize