The Seven Selves by Khalil Gibran
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:
First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I [...]
The Power of the Story.
When did we begin to forget? African Oral traditions are being weakened by the pervasive nature of print and visual media.
And yet the dominant organ of sensory and social orientation in pre-alphabet societies was the ear – “hearing is believing.” The phonetic alphabet forced the magic world of the ear to [...]
Cotton Candy on a Rainy Day
Don’t look now
I’m fading away
Into the gray of my mornings
Or the blues of every night
Is it that my nails
keep breaking
Or maybe the corn
on my second little piggy
Things keep popping out
on my face
or
of my life
It seems no matter [...]
A young girl follows her elder sister in Eldoret North constituency outside the village of Soy.
Verindah poses for a photograph.
Victoria takes a moment from fun and games at for a party for a photograph.
Children in Lugari District of Kenya pose for a photograph.
THE SMILE – william blake
There is a smile of love,
there is a smile of deceit;
and there is a smile of smiles,
in which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hate,
and there is a frown of disdain;
and there is a frown of frowns
which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the [...]
`What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where you come from?’ the Gnat inquired.
`I don’t rejoice in insects at all,’ Alice explained, `because I’m rather afraid of them — at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the names of some of them.”
`Of course they answer to their names?’ the Gnat remarked [...]
These were the verses the White Rabbit read:–
`They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
[...]
As work progressively makes do without human life, so it ceases to make human life its ultimate end, that is, to bother with mankind.
Man has never been as unhappy as now, when he is acccumulating so much.
Nowhere is he so despised as where this accumulation is taking place. That is why the history [...]
A shy girl in Lugari District poses for a portrait.
“She’s a rich girl…she don’t try to hide it…diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
He’s a poor boy, empty as a pocket, empty as a pocket with nothing to lose…” Paul Simon. Lyrics of “Diamonds on the Soles of her shoes” from the Graceland Album.
Vivian walks [...]
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