I been waiting for Nigerian thunder,
moving against cast-iron trees
cleansing my skin with maple sap
lost in my native tongue tapping my hands
towards the land
my song,my fight
I’m waiting on me…
Krissy Mosley2014 all rights reserved
I been waiting for Nigerian thunder,
moving against cast-iron trees
cleansing my skin with maple sap
lost in my native tongue tapping my hands
towards the land
my song,my fight
I’m waiting on me…
Krissy Mosley2014 all rights reserved
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After the summer I miss blogging,I miss Mother Bethel family Peace and Many blessings,I’m not so good at posting but here is my latest …
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Those who wait upon the Lord…shall mount up with wings of an eagle…run and not weary, walk and not faint…Wait on the Lord and be of good cheer.
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