The Garden

"My brothers and sisters,  It is no secret that it is over  Our adventures transpired in the past  But new adventures will occur if God wills  A new year is coming, brothers and sisters The previous one is vanishing  The past is still reverberating But what's your new resolution? What will you do next year? Who shall answer this question among you? May he rise up from the assembly and talk  I see one hand up , come on brother Rex  Come up and tell us ." Brothers and sisters, tonight we are commemorating  our precious memories  But I am about to tell you the truth  This upcoming year will be special  Assembly: Amen!  This year , we are going to be on top  Every mountain will bow  Every sea will split  Everyone will see our light  Every persecutor will be ashamed  For this year is ours  It is ours , brothers and sisters  It is yours , I tell thee  Assembly: Amen!  This year will not just be a year of  Inquisition 

Soldiers , we are under attack!  The Creature is coming!  She will take your soul !  Be careful, Soldiers !  Pay heed! Her name is the Queen of Cor  She's also known as Lady Sika  This  Creature is more than anything we have ever faced She has that supernatural look  Which traverses deep in the soul  She has those magical lips  Which makes me question reality  This  is an ineffably magnificent creation  Her voice is like a symphony Her walk is like a mobile  futuristic drawing  Her hair is like a layer of darkness in the sky  Her fingers are  like cylindrical gems with incredible powers  There are stories about her  Most of them become just legends  I once heard that she made an army of  thousand men pass out with just a smile  Yeah I tell thee , beware of Lady Sika!  Lady Sika! Lady Sika !  " I am here , gentlemen!"  Attack!  ( To continue) BY John Mayer. C This poem should not be republished under the name of any other person beside the au

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Tonight's guess is from Kiskeya also known as Haiti Rex , would you introduce us to her? Who is she ? Why is she so popular?" Thank you , it is an honor ,Sir " Rex, Begin!" The world does not know of her The world does not understand her For she is beyond human comprehension She is way above human grasp Let me tell you more about her Give me time to describe to you the Creole marvel Here she comes, The Marabou Walking as her steps shake my whole  Earth Her skin is like shiny  dark gold Her eyes are like Gamets with telepathic power Her arms are like two portals in between which I travel to new realms Her hair is like trees with exceptional fruits Her lips are like a source of quintessential energy Her heart is like an ocean of wisdom Her mind is like a galaxy of beauty Yeah I tell thee , this is the Kiskeyan princess The Marabou of Haiti The marvel of the century Thus, wherever you are and whatever you do Remember

Here I am with my dear in a magical forest We  stand side by side  looking at the stars " Babe,"  my beloved said with an angelic voice . " Love" I answered emotionally. " I would like to play hide-and-seek with you,"  my beloved continued. She  then hugged me gently and put her hands on my my eyes "Close your eyes Close your eyes my love " my beloved shouted. She then ran while my eyes were closed And I heard a voice shout: " Find me! Find me, babe" Thus, I went to look for my beloved I looked behind trees but could not find her But  then I heard her sharp  voice say  : " Find me ,love! Find me ,love!" I then walked just to find  her shirt on the ground I grabbed her shirt and continued to walk I then heard her voice again And I  felt closer to my beloved I kept on walking and found her skirt on a pile of leaves I grabbed her skirt And then as I turned around I saw my love walking  out in between two  tr

Cracking sound at the door Whisper in the dark room The  dead child appears again He is here to seek justice You might not remember him For you have heartlessly drowned him You might not even want to talk about him For you know what you've done to him Remember me, he said Remember me, he whispered I was the child that appeared  in your dream Smiling at you with an immobile face Remember me , oh Remember me darling I sneaked in your closet watching you sleep I opened the box and stole your favorite souvenir Remember me, remember me darling I was the child that haunted your heart With white face and yellow eyes I scared you away You ran thinking that it was real But I never ceased to give you nightmares I never stopped terrorizing  your mind For you have put me here in the afterlife Remember me, oh Remember me darling Wake up now , look in the mirror Your prescriptions won't appease the hallucinations The child will always emerge from your mirror For

They told me I've lost my mind  But how can I help it when you smile ? How can I resist a princess with eyes like yours ? I lose my freedom of speech around you  Everything I know I tend to forget Everything I was seems not to make any sense  It's like I have lost it all  But all of a sudden I have gained more than I ever had  I lose control around you ,love  You make me speak thousands of languages  Oh heaven hears me, babe God himself looks upon me and smiles  For that's how deep my love is for you  If you are a drummer, my heart is a drum  If you are a guitar, my heart is its strings  If you are a keyboard,my heart is the keys Why is my heart so violent?  Why is it always singing?  I think it's because it wants to proclaim something What could it be?  Could it the most powerful phrase? " Just say it,Rex! Say it!"  In Afrikaans, my heart says:  Ek is Lief vir u  In Tagalog it  shouts violently:  Mahal Kitá In Creole , it  echoes :

Hear oh heaven! Listen oh Earth !  For the Lord has shown me a beautiful place You might have never heard of it  You might have never visited it  But dear friends, let me tell you about  the Namibian experience Hidden from most of the world Namibia dwells in the ancient Continent of Africa  It  is a country full of beautiful wonders From the beautiful hearts of black mothers to the astonishing sight of Victoria Falls From the caring labor of strong fathers to the   warmth​ of  beaches From the view of children playing on the streets to the view of vast deserts Namibia thrives and thrives again  Maybe it is not just a country of fascinating adventures  Maybe it is not just a place where happiness shines  Maybe it is just a living metaphor of human  struggle and success  In either side of the coin, Namibia remains a marvel to the curious minds  Oh Namibia , when will I see you again? When I will I step onto your soil and devour your food again? When will I sit by your