[IMG]http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1380/1958/400/116432/quote.gif[/IMG] This blog is a record of my journey around the sun. This is a place I will post my many ideas and things I find of interest.
Chapter 4 Continue.... Khu counted the money over and over, he looked at the pictures on the fresh notes, he thought about the idea the notes stood for, about freedom, bill of rights etc. He then started thinking about Abel, for the most part Khu liked Abel, and even took that liking to the point of believing Abels anti-goverment retic. The goverment dealt with people like Abel by sweeping them under the carpet with longs words, that Khu did not understand. ...
Mother Afreeka Chapter 3 [ATTACH=CONFIG]3613[/ATTACH] Freedom Fighter Khumbulani was a man of no means. His days were houred and numbered, soon he was to be a man on the street. It was not so much that his life when to the dogs but more like the dogs came looking for him. In a country with only 10% percent of the population in formal employment, one could almost understand his situation. One could almost empathize with him, but ...
Her sister Teressa died at the tender age of 17 from a dreaded virus called HIV, this virus had ate at her sisters immune system, and by the time is was done with her she looked very much like the starving kids in etheopia shown so often on tv to promote a concert called LIVE AID. At 17 Teressa's only legacy, only glimpse to the world of her existance, was her son Jabu who was 3 years at her time of death. Her sister took the role of mother, carer, comforter, provider of love for Jabu . Amai Jabu ...
This is really for the bored, written many years gone by, and as english is not my first language bare with spelling errors and bad grammer will sort that out at some date in the future. I recently lost all my data my 1000g hard drive(format) and have being recoverying the data and found this and thought will post it here for future storage. mother aFREEka A vieome scribble [ATTACH=CONFIG]3590[/ATTACH] Chapter ...
To Start or Not to Start [ATTACH=CONFIG]2918[/ATTACH] The Business choice Can you recall or remember the day That life said your own business was the way What a prisoner you were to the job you in But the prospects and hope wore thin Through positive thought and action you learnt business ways Trying through question and intuition to see through the maze Taking the scary step to be on your own opening doors Working hard ...
[CENTER]Screaming Text [ATTACH=CONFIG]2917[/ATTACH] Can you hear me Can you read me I AM SCREAMING S.O.L Screaming out Loud Tony Blair keep your England Let Bob Keep his Zimbabwe and the alleged corrupt Julema his pawn Let your vote Give us men brave enough lead not guided by the hands of corruption Tender your ears well For what they promise Never delivers ...