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The importance of Time Management. There exists something that howsoever rich you can be; howsoever resourceful you can get; you cannot buy or invent it! You can ask yourself: does such thing even exist? Well, that’s a good question, yes it does! When Mr. John Randolph was talking about it, he said that, that thing is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions. That precious thing is known to be ‘Time’. Is it a word or a jewel? What I know that it’s a term comprised of a simplest sound of four letters. Sometimes in life, the importance of things is seen in its shortage; in a sense to say that sometimes you know that light is important when you are in the darkness. Some people tend to know the importance of time in moments of regrets and setbacks. ‘If I knew’ is one of the most asked questions, especially in moments of distress, but asking oneself that kind of question doesn’t change what happened. In such moments two things matters: Learn from what you did...

My dad used to ask me "boy, when is your birthday?" I never had a clue, why he could ask me such question when he was/is my Dad Not to mention that sometimes he punished me for forgetting my birthday date As a kid I was wondering, thinking, if this bloody day was a holiday! haha Remembering my birthday Remembering my birthday Was the first thing I learned to memorize before my names Fun thing when the date comes in, no party, No gifts, no anything The only one thing I received on my day was a reminder message from my Dad, Pole you are 15 act like 15, Pole You are 20 act like 20, pole you are... Act like you are..., and that is the end of the story. For sure if I had an aptitude, I could have deleted this day in 365 days of the year. .... To be continued Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

                                    SURVI V AL Legal or illegal is the survival What’s good or bad? Is you satisfied? Is you broke? Real or fake? Strong and active minds take the crown.   What’s mine? What’s yours anyway? It’s a life formula What’s you? What’s me? What’s human? Am just asking fellas.   Everybody tryna be greedy and take it all, Power and money don’t exist, Strike for what’s yours, it’s a kung-Fu for life, Don’t hesitate we in a race, And it’s a survival.   Fight if it’s yours, Don’t give up on me, Conquer where necessary, Why panic? Why scared? Why afraid? Don’t run away, Face reality, Survive survive. What’s success? What’s losing? You strong, You able and capable, Winning is no free ticket sir/ma’am, Put it a...

ѕєℓƒ C̶̶o̶̶n̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶d̶̶i̶̶c̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ Warning⚠ this poem contain explicit content. Dear Parents please don't let children read this poem. children under 16 years old should not read this poem.                     ѕєℓƒ C̶̶o̶̶n̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶d̶̶i̶̶c̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ 👀👂 I am back in The booth, Escaping the school, And I'd be honest I don't f**k with my dad. He ain't no cool, And that's ain't no good. I'd be be honest I hate my dad.                             Hey! what's wrong with me?                                           My dad gimmy me food,                                           He pays for my school👍             ...

Let’s wait together for the gentle breeze Ensemble at last  no storm can tear that down Forever is clear now  I can’t wait to work on it With you by my side 

I am not a little boy, who used to make you sleepless, fidgeting at night Thinking of  how my tomorrow will be, I know you were right Where would I be without your hourly fights But today I want to be an utter man you have dreamt of I know worries can’t just fade away like that… Your love, your support, your everything got my back from the Start More than how anyone can easily understand it I am composed of love, I am manufactured in the factory of love And now, I am a good product of love to be premiered out,  soo good to serve. I can now barely understand how the world needs me The baggage you gave me are quite enough This is the right   time, probably a good chance To show off I am no’ going to bluff Or to just blow it ‘cause I am not a little boy.          Written by Serval pole😻             Edited by Ishimwe Christian I dedicate this poem to my one and only P...

                                                                                                   What was moon and sun turned into food with no fire.                                           Like two next river banks seems to be flooded.                                  ...

There is time I lived in, the time which already strengthened and ruined the life I’m living now. The time I can’t go back in and rearrange everything, The time which should be behind me..That time was past. I often ask my mind why you still holding this worst past but mind replies asking me why should I keep best past while you’ve passed through both? I keep convincing my mind that unregretful past will put up to the kind of future I want to live but unchangeable past will darken the bright future I want. Eventually my heart beats me showing how past gives me second chance to do things better than before. Sure both were right, let me grow from my past but how,? how can I make it while everybody still watching me through the angle of my past,? I endeavor to leave past behind but everybody believes my past than me at the time, , I bet if it was candy past could please me but this forces my past in front than behind and makes me regret not being able t...

  This is my world, I don’t have any idea if I was born like others or not, But I’m sure enough that I’ve grown up nameless, unknown, unmapped and, This is my world, I’m unclassified in the least, but scars of tears are all my identity. This is my world where it rains and I get wet alone, In my world, a day has twenty-four hours for others but not for me, This is my world where I smile when my stomach is digesting. In my world, I get clothes after my size mates have bought new outfit, Where my mouth gets a bit of moisture when rich people didn’t care about leftovers, In my world sunrise finds me with open hands, and my death when I close them. My Sorrow is when sunset leaves my hands empty, my world becomes darker, My hope fades away, my heart ceases pumping and start wondering, my mind begins to judge and ask me: where is your faith now? You used to tell me that you’re pity material, then tell me now who pays you any attention! You often comfort...

                        ᗅℱℛℰℰℂᗅ {Image ya africa dushaka} I feel myself rich, my heart full of peace.  Art is all my mind think,  Harmony and unity is circulating in blood vessels. I feel the pure air I breathe, I feel birds sing.  I don't need 5G because I am in 5D. I don't need your medication (I have herbs) I don't need your vaccination, All I need is meditation. I want to tell our leaders To tell the new world order To let us stay Africana. We all know what they need, We know what they seek. But all we should care about is what we want. Since they kill Col.Ghadaffi, I sprayed his name on wall as a graffiti. Why did they kill Dr sebi???? Because he made a cure for HIV? Africans can cure the most incurable, But african's cure is not profitable. They'll never accept our cure, We should never refuse our cure. I'll protect what is mine, and make sure they are all fine.  I kept that real in my mind, I am sure...

                  ᗅℱℛℰℰℂᗅ Tekereza izuba rya orange! Ryakubise kugiti cyirabura! Ryamurikiye ririya shyamba, Intare,ingwe, udusumba shyamba, Impara, imparage na mamba, Inyaja ira wavinga iragenda, Kumucanga abantu bagenda, Inyoni mubiti imiyagaah, Urukundo mubantu baseka Abana na amapine biruka, Amajwi na melody baririmba, Bakina bazenguruka basimbuka, Abasele Mubwato amafi baroba, abandi barishimye barikoga, Umubyeyi ahetse uruhinja, Aba jeune kuga agapira badunda Abirabura njye ndabakunda Iyo ni Image ya africa. Iyo ni Image ya africa dushaka.               Written by  -Chris Kruz BAGIRISHYA -Designed by AGASARO M ésange