So we must do good to humanity, to the earth... for time passes
The struggles of Senghor are the struggles of Stokely, The troubles of Tubman are the troubles of Tambo
women of colour run with a million dreams on their backs
As time passes, the music within slows down, but the drums keep on
Love Africa, love yourself
Humanity's children are locked in time...
Sometimes justice comes for those yet unborn, so that they never face the light...
‘She’ is defined by what she is not allowed
1 nation 1 spirit, 1heart of steel. I celebrate Naija
The drumming of a heart that beats with the same rhythm as yours?