UBIQUITOUS IS MY NAME by Joshua Omeke
I speak English and French, But the language of my destiny, Is spoken by the celestials. Pondering the ideologies, of my past times, Like peeling old wounds. Just
I speak English and French, But the language of my destiny, Is spoken by the celestials. Pondering the ideologies, of my past times, Like peeling old wounds. Just
From ancient traditions to contemporary innovations, African art captivates the imagination with its timeless beauty and profound significance— for instance the Benin bronze populate this statement. In the heart of
Woolwich Blade. The Kid had a scissors in his hand Instead of a knife He was proud But I say he was wise He chose styling over knifing Man
