The world is now a village says them all But remain in your street we hear them say In Lagos and in New York we share a space But do not forget, your street is the shit-hole Agreements are signed...
The world is now a village says them all But remain in your street we hear them say In Lagos and in New York we share a space But do not forget, your street is the shit-hole Agreements are signed...
Bonjour au « printemps hivernal » Ce temps qui nous jour des tours En embellissant nos villages natals Il nous éloigne de plus de nos cours Que coronavirus nous fait déjà craindre C’est un beau matin d’un hiver tardif Mais j’ai peur...
Who would have believed? That such a wonderful day Will pass under our nose Without great fanfare? How can we ignore you? Our World Book Day A successful love story Of the quill and the papyrus But for a...
Sitting quietly on my morning meditation chair My mind stubbornly plays one of its many tricks Wandering freely among the voices of the wind The snapping and crackling on our wooden house And listening to the voice on our zoom meditation ...
Voilà qu’on était alors à la fin de l’année 2019 Et, les pauvres humains se disaient très forts Ayant selon eux inventé de grands appareils Et, toutes sortes d’armes de guerre et de grands avions Capables de les transporter aisément sur la...
Depuis que le coronavirus est devenu pandémique, nos canaux d’organisation et de fraternisation en ont été grandement affectés. Mais comme on dit : « À vin nouveau, outres neuves », l’équipe missionnaire oblate de la Côte Nord, qui déjà connaissait bien les effets...
I had some nightmares yesternight A muse came to my humble abode Seeking after a scribbling quill I wouldn’t have allowed her me seduced But if poetry obeys the laws of prophesy What power does the poet really possess ...
In my culture, there is an ancient practice that wants the boys never to show their sentiments. According to such belief, boys don’t cry, and girls always have to be nice. And even when a boy is feeling like crying, he...
Are you sometimes afraid? I am! Today, I was afraid to speak to you about fear. I was afraid of not knowing what to say or making mistakes. But I mustered up my courage to inform you that to be afraid...
If discipleship was about being perfect Jesus wouldn’t have chosen Peter – he denied him If Apostleship was all about holiness He wouldn’t have thought of Judas – he was a traitor Did he want his words swallowed hook, line and...