Creative Crew Africa - CCA

My little beginning

My humble beginning
My pretty start
from scratch will i nurture you
from Zero will i patiently await you

neglecting those unruly feelings
That novice feeling
feeling of being the least,
feeling of everyone being better than

Then the beautiful feelings
of being better
of being noticed
of being wanted

how can i forget you
for what value shall i trade you.
For a penny did i bought u
But for no amount will i trade u

for you i will cherish
You i will nurture
You i will love
You will i exercise My patience

Till d day of harvest
Shall i tell ur story to many
and to my Children shall i instill this knowledge
That Little and humble beginning
Is the best you can give to life

Beautiful things are not seen with the eyes of men, but with the eyes of an art.
Every art has a heart,one made of gold,and the other made of wood.
No art is silent,if it doesn't make you smile and wonder in miles,then,that art is not yours.

Don't be afraid to start alone
Don't feel bad because you are gifted
Don't feel lonely because you are creative

Step out there
And be a nice dear
To someone and to your world.

the best you can be,for that's the way it was meant to be.

That moment

when you don't
know the web
behind your door

when you don't
know the scar
scaring your star

when you don't
know the bride
that will give you
a ride

when you don't
know the price
for less
&
for less

when you
certainly feel
uncertain
of fate
and it's gate

when this
moment
shall come
dear friend
take out
silence and time
and allow it rest
for a while

for
in everything we do
silence and time
happeneth to them-all.

still.
, AD2017.

Success is not a days job,its a daily job. It comes by the law of process.

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YELL OUT ALOUD

Yell out aloud
for by the fire of pestilence
the glorious city is brought to ruins

Yell out aloud
to the crowns atop
in our native accent
with no words,decent
tell them of our disappointments
to their appointments.

Yell out to them in humour
for the peace they promised
is in pieces of rags
and upon the health of our children
it is worn upon

Some with their ribs pointing out
to show us a direction
to show the valley where we have brought them
their stomach protruding
to tell us of how drunk they are
with the evils from the crown

Now I ask
what is the reason for their beautiful sermons
during campaigns
if not that we vote them again
that we may continually be their slain.

is not the way out,Creativity is.

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Memories from a blunt Matchet.

Lowly lowly
our coffins will lay someday
the cup shall be full of blood
and bullets shall take sides with the brain.
Every grain shall fall
to the rocks of our lust
and there they shall die
as if they were never planter
by a great farmer.

Why has our oil grown taller
that my eyes no more see its face?
Why has the market gone empty
as traders hunt for italian suits?
The faces of my sons have taken
the wrinkles of my old man
and their hands
the soft angles of the village blacksmith.

The matchet for the weeds of the farm
has gone blunt
for we have seen no need of it
but until our tummy grows
bigger to take a stream
and our necks thin
to hold the head to our dreams
only then shall we see
that our matchet has gone blunt.
still insane with thee.

Thank you Comr.Andy Okoro,Ceo YesBoxx Graphixs for this,History notes for thee.

GAKEM

And they are
souls and dreams,
blood in exchange for streams.

I talk about the sun
I talk about the lines
Pogroms and war tombs
Secession and Independence
Repentance in bullets for stew
And Genocide for rice

I talk about colours
I talk about coats in arms
I talk about our anthem
and its ridicle.

Unity we may believe
but faith is still in bait.
For strength is long gone
And the hearts are shared
in Gakem.