Build your dreams from sleep


The heart aches to earth where the mind is bruised with words


Drain your tears from drizzles… a drop of sweat is its waters


Hide your wound in a note of smile… it calls pretense to maturity


Where your tears are like the ocean build a ship to fish your troubles


Delay the move that encroaches to reproves and steam the ride to end your reproaches


If your cock cooks roaches don’t meat cockroaches


You meal your meet to eat your meat


The whole nation is on your definition of the world around you


There is no capable hands without able hands… mix your taste of understanding for better comprehension


A busy hands … life cannot make worthless









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Godman Tochukwu Sabastine

knowledge conquers mortality