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No matter how great the love, the pain, the sadness, the power of a heart, no one can recreate the sea. Nowhere else.

Africa PRODUCES what it does NOT CONSUME and CONSUMES what it does NOT PRODUCE.

Why did Africa let Europe cart away millions of Africa's souls from the continent to the four corners of the wind? How could Europe lord it over a continent ten times its size? Why does needy Africa continue to let its wealth meet the needs of those outside its borders and then follow behind with hands outstretched for a loan of the very wealth it let go? How did we arrive at this, that the best leader is the one that knows how to beg for a share of what he has already given away at the price of a broken tool? Where is the future of Africa?

The endlessness of the extent of that whistle resulted, without a doubt, also in an enormous metaphysical knowledge of the art of whistling, which mingled, not just with the hearing of people, but extended, in an incisive manner, to the depths of their souls, the protected corner where each one hid their things- that frightening cave, which many call the centre of their being.

The window of her sadness was so vast that it almost opened a path to her soul.

In such a regime, I say you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murdered in the chest - without asking to be paid.

In such a regime, I say you died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest - without asking to be paid.

Looking at a king's mouth, ' said an old man, 'one would think he never sucked at his mother's breast.

The IGAD-Plus's compromise peace agreement is probably pregnant with a noisy, perhaps thunderous baby.

He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.

Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.

VOA no longer felt like a sanctuary but rather a mirage and we were desert wanderers.

It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.

I__l never forget the magic of our Saturday nights. Special moments carved in my mind by you the sculptor of my love. Let__ dance the night away. Who needs music, when your heart already sings to me.

A PHD is not the end of education. Education exists even among the bees who feed their queen only with the purest

Don't set your goals by what other people deem important.

Don't blow off another's candle for it won't make yours shine brighter.

Most people write me off when they see me.They do not know my story.They say I am just an African.They judge me before they get to know me.What they do not know isThe pride I have in the blood that runs through my veins;The pride I have in my rich culture and the history of my people;The pride I have in my strong family ties and the deep connection to my community;The pride I have in the African music, African art, and African dance;The pride I have in my name and the meaning behind it.Just as my name has meaning, I too will live my life with meaning.So you think I am nothing?Don__ worry about what I am now,For what I will be, I am gradually becoming.I will raise my head high wherever I goBecause of my African pride,And nobody will take that away from me.