We are the fallen, Under the feet, downtrodden, The iron rule, oppressed, Our fate unknown, depressed, But we will rise again, With only the few that remain, The beautiful ones are not yet born, Maybe

Dear father, A strange thing happened today father. How long has it been since I hurled dirt at your face, 6 years? And not once has a thing like this ever happened. I feel like it's a dream; but I know

I saw those juve exposing their lower anatomical contours Imitating the Western culture their contours dangling east and west putting on rags, calling it riches When I saw them, I thought their congenital

For a million time, I set to revive this our stage mime, Into a practical show of affection; And this triggered my move for no hate motion. Then I got ready, When I should be ready, To go for this voyage,

He stands, Towering to Heaven, In stark nakedness. Come rain, Come sun, Come harmattan. He stands naked, In disgrace, Exposed to the seasons. He stands out, Naked in the green, Withered amongst 'greenth'.

I am Hanson Dara. Most of my friends call me nikky am a little bit troublesome😏😛 but doesn't find trouble. Am a born Nigerian and a very proud and productive one at that. Am into music and my hobby is