We are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip out.
We are the masters of the unsaid words, but the slaves of those we let slip out.
The West will begin to understand Africa when it realizes it’s not talking to a child - it’s talking to…
Cities are not loud. Cars are loud
Disobedience to conscience is voluntary; bad poetry, on the other hand, is usually not made on purpose.