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Quote About Africa: State of Mind
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Love Poem: Tryst
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Peace
I love the peace each morning brings:Wake to a reassuring and mild breezeReminds of the perfect gold sun risingBehind those exotic and ancient trees It’s not intentional to meEach time I’m awestruck!With this beauty all around,The smell of life is abundant! So scenery & landscapeOf cheerful flying birds,Of ducks & deer walkingWelcome the lovely day
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Pic: Zimbabwean Wilderness
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Hang out with Chidiebere Okoroji from Nigeria
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May
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Orbits of Love
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Video: Beautiful Rwanda
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Quote on Education
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My Brook – Oko’pia (VO by Aneta Felix)
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The Night is Pregnant
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Pic: African Wild Dog
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Love Poem: Vocal Night
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Diary of A Village Boy: The Leopard Spirit 6
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Lion and Safari Park
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Tradition: Ofo na Ogu
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Muse: If I Love
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Night Rain
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Love
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Memories
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Quote on Resilience
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Pic: Ostriches
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Love Poem: Best Sunset
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Love Poem: Memory
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Pic: Herd of Elephants
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My Brook – Oko’pia
From home in quiet hamlets, I hear your surgeTelling stories when you pass through the roaring current,Through white clouds painted by sound sunlight,And greener footpaths, heading towards the waterfallsI sit on the banks, to hear rumours of the wild woods,Surrounding trees and happy birds blow me kisses,Farther off, children pick palm fruits and rocksSeeking a…
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The Shepherd’s Song
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Quote on Africa
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Sounds of African Drums
I hear the sound of drumsVigorous beats across the land,Bird rhythms rise and fallFar away in the damp jungleWhere the grass hides allThe earth sang with the windInsect wings zither like guitarsSwimming fishes create ripples,Tiny circles of gentle musicAll melodies for the quiet earth!Far away in the damp forest!
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Africa my Continent | Njabulo N.
Africa my continent,The land of our ancestors,The home to beautiful nature and diverse species,That sings humming songs,Even on cold weathers and rainy seasons.Africa my continent,Africa my pride,The land of the black blood,Flowing down my veins,That irrigates all the beautiful fields.Africa my continent,Africa my land of learned youths,Knowledgeable generation,With a beautiful and bright future. Africa my…
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Evening
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Sunset
I wonder why you hide behind the hills and cloudsShying away from the approaching eveningLetting birds fly in echelon, a farewell callingTree reflections on the waters like ragsWhen bass voiced frogs resumed their songsHundreds of vocalists singing, in harmonyThe cream coloured clouds melt awayAs queer images draw across the skies,Shepherds call to sheep from the…
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Changing Skies
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Muse: Rejoice (2)
My heart rejoices, but why I can not say!The sun has risen, the land is goldenThe firmament is bright, blue and greyDews melt, trees dance, flowers openI rejoice for the lights which have come,For the love which I see all about me,For the little fine hamlet, I call homeI rejoice in her immense beauty So…
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Rainmaker’s Tale
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Night Poem: Feelings
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Sounds of Rain
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Tale of a Moonless Night
there’s no moon tonight,just littering galaxies,there’s pitch darknesson the path leading homeshadows grip the passerbywe are told night is no friend. this night of unusual aura,thoroughly cold and dreamy,of hills surrounded by mists,and a village amidst a relic,dreams are not far awaythe night sounds are lullaby. flickering lights come aliveunnatural solar lamps glintgreen forest and…
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Africa No Filter & African Women in the Media Graduate Trainee
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Night Poem: Bald Moon
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When Night Is No Man’s Friend
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First Drop
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Muse: Granny’s Clay Pot
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My Dive | Eriata Oribhabor
I met your mystery…And dream steam burningBefore my muse-ful call…My turn and ease-ful freedom…Your cursery look, my thirst… I saw your power…Clean sparkling watersTucked from our quartersReveling in towering calmOf surrounding greens. I smiled at a dive…Challenged to striveFor same…not one to standAnd watch from the stands.I took a dive. Commentary: Mr Eriata is a…
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Tweets
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Muse: Starry Night
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I Have A Dream – MLK
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Lullaby: Starry Night
Lovely starry nightOne of bright galaxiesOf breezy wind & cold.Lonely against the dampMists are to the villageSo pathways are hidden.In the solitary darknessAre branches of the IrokoStanding like lonely knights,Waiting to stab their victim.Let the huts in the valleyEngage in tonight’s fantasyA momentous time, a lullaby