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There is no single word That can qualify you Only God in heaven Knows your worth to me To express or explain it I cannot even try You are more than just first sight You are more than my thoughts You are more than I feel You are more than I see You are more than special to me I cannot just call you my friend I cannot just say you’re my sister Or even my love What you are to me, I cannot say it in words Author: Young Chimezirim Charles. Facebook Facebook Instagram Instagram This article is a property of the author. Unless with permission no part can be replicated or the whole part used. All rights reserved.

When you feel weak When you feel down When it seems heavy That's when you need to STRIVE People and events may come In between you When your shoulder is heavy and you can't move When the burden is tearing you apart That's when you need to STRIVE STRIVE for you STRIVE for what you believe Make it heard Cause when the road seems rough and the race slow When you are at the peak And you feel you can no longer stand, STRIVE When you behold the challenge And it's glaring at you Laughing at you as though it has won And you feel like to quit SMILE AND STRIVE Fight till you win Author: Joel Faith Facebook Facebook Instagram Instagram This article is a property of the author. Unless with permission no part can be replicated or the whole part used. All rights reserved.

As I sat on the beach staring at life I felt a warm embrace Telling me to stay put Searching through me Holding my hand Whispering in my ear It kicked my imagination Stood it's ground by me Raced to get me Bright enough for everyone to see And that's Love but I call it the Unconditional Love....... Author: Joel Faith Facebook Facebook Instagram Instagram This article is a property of the author. Unless with permission no part can be replicated or the whole part used. All rights reserved.

You are the journey I undertake The destination I head towards The memories that bud laughter You are the dream I dream off Rainbow Spread on a Savannah You are the wings of my fantasy The drum within my chest playing the notes of dawn You are more elegant than the moon You are my moon........ Author: Joel Faith Facebook Facebook Instagram Instagram This article is a property of the author. Unless with permission no part can be replicated or the whole part used. All rights reserved.

Each person is a universe of stories A galaxy of narration A human full of details A walking novel. Everyone is a story ........ Author: Joel Faith Facebook Facebook Instagram Instagram This article is a property of the author. Unless with permission no part can be replicated or the whole part used. All rights reserved.

I'm sorry you might not have gotten the kind of life you wanted. I'm sorry you had the responsibility of looking after your family at a young age. I'm sorry you had to know what being abandoned was like so early in life. I'm sorry you felt rejection at the time you did. I'm sorry you had to question your worth and meaning to people at a young age. I'm sorry for a lot of things. But what I'm not sorry for is meeting you; The person who's grown up to love and protect his mum. The person who's grown up to be someone better. The person who would do anything for family. The person who's learnt to accommodate people and accept them for who they are. The person who's hurt but gradually healing. The person who's willing to give all as long as its the right person. The person who may or may not have trust issues, but takes risks anyway. The person who's on the way to success, greatness and tremendous achievements. The person w...

 I remember the feelings registered in the mind of my neighbors every morning whenever they hear the sound of an iron bucket hitting the floor at the well side from the backyard, oh someone must be preparing for the days job, it's another morning, another working day and school day. How amazing that just a sound from an iron bucket could wake everyone in the compound, as everyone rush and jump out of their bed the sound of the iron bucket keeps increasing, adults rushing to the bathroom where they have to wait in turns, children bathing outside or close to the well side, everyone seems very busy, greetings seems to be the poem of every morning. But it is registered in some fellows face they don't enjoy the noise and stress but they have no option than to continue hoping for a greater change that will elevate them out of this environment. During the hour of 2pm to 4pm my birth city always watch it's own beauty as students from different schools return home with th...