How can I truly say I love you in borrowed words?
For how can I truly love you in borrowed robes?
For can I love you with a borrowed heart?
And let my conscience rend it apart?
For no borrowed words and no borrowed robes will do me justice
To show you the invisible aether of the essence of my existence.
For what we cannot see and yet we feel it in our spirit
As you cannot see the tears in my heart.
Hi Orikinla,
ReplyDeleteI´m Mario Cascardo and I work at Laboratory of International Journalism at the Catholic University in Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
I would like to talk with you about the Niger Delta issue. I didn´t find your e-mail adress here (and in non of the other blogs), so please send me an e-mail! to: mariocascardo@gmail.com
and so we speak
thanks a lot,
Mario Cascardo
Okay Mario.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
heyyyy Orikinla
ReplyDeleteu crying?
whoaaa who's this lucky girl?
ReplyDeleteKeshi.
For you my Keshi.
ReplyDeleteKeshi and Saby,thanks for your comments.
I am not in my base on Bonny Island and on a working visit on Lagos Island.
The Cyber cafes have very backward dial-up connection and I cannot work with it. And I can't even blog.
I will back online as usual soon.
God bless.
What a beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteThanks Oliviah.
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