Pen Sketch Of NNAMDI BENJAMIN AZIKIWE PC, usually referred to as "Zik", was a Nigerian statesman and political leader who served as the first President of Nigeria from 1963 to 1966

BETTER TO BE STRONG AND BE A BRILLIANT WOMAN, THAT WON'T MAKE LIFE MISERABLE FOR HER HUSBAND, THAN TO BE PRETTY AND USELESS....

Love is not patronizing and charity isn't about pity, it is about love. Charity and love are the same -- with charity you give love, so don't just give money but reach out your hand instead

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

Surprises are everywhere in life. And they usually come from misjudging people for being less than they appear.

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Your drawings are quite good. Thumbs up! But the structure of the nose in the girl below is quite off.

He is still a prisoner of his childhood; attempting to create a new life, he reencounters the trauma.
I know full well what it means to dream. My whole childhood, I begged for good Education, and I never did get one. Now I'm a monster they made

CoconutMilk:
Your drawings are quite good. Thumbs up! But the structure of the nose in the girl below is quite off.

Thanks bro. That's why it's called Art. I act sometimes, it might look perfect, good or OK as well. Thanks for the comment bro

DEDAN KIMATHI Widely regarded as a revolutionary leader, he led the armed military struggle against the British colonial regime in Kenya.

TOLULOPE OLUWATOYIN SARAH AROTILE was the first-ever female combat helicopter pilot in the Nigerian Air Force

TOLU,
Yesterday marked the second year this courageous lady left us, we won't forget ya courageous act.
RIP

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QUICK PEN SKETCH OF FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI WITH HIS WIVES....

Our hope is in the children
Teach them to love their fellow man
And never to judge anyone by the colour of their
Skin, religion or language
Teach to be proud of our culture
And the values of hardwork and perseverance,
Honest and humility
Treat every child like your own
For every child, no matter the circumstances of
His birth,
Is a beacon to this glorious future
Teach them to be strong in love
And never look down on themselves
Teach them to be strong
And learn to hold their heads up wherever they
May go
Teach the children to sing this song of pride
And let them sing it loud and clear...

Muse : Òrìtá Òlaìyá in Osogbo
When talking about my existence in life, Osogbo city had a positive influence in my Life, grateful for that Hood. Miss that Westside.

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. AFRIKANS need to uphold their identity not Foreigners own.

They call our ancestors demons. They insunuate that we shared our lives, meals, and dreams with demons. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us. The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children.

I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line.
Òlódúmàré in me from my CHILDHOOD till now...

The phrase ‘travelling towards uncertainty’ is unnecessary because all journeys are always towards uncertainty! Why? Because there is no certainty even after a second..

I prefer peace, but if trouble must come in, let it come in our time, so that our children can live in peace in this part of the World..

Wow..this is creative.....

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Wow..this is creative.....

Thanks Boss

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.

Suffering engenders passion; and while the prosperous blind themselves, or go to sleep, the hatred of the unfortunate classes kindles its torch at some sullen or ill-constituted mind, which is dreaming in a corner, and sets to work to examine society. The examination of hatred is a terrible thing.

So many names and stories have been lost to time. Having a legacy is a privilege afforded only to a few. Often, it's about class. Sometimes it's just about when and were you were born, which stands as ya identity.

I revisit the past to arrive at the present. We are again in an important historical moment, a time to mobilize masses of people in order to transform society for the benefit of poor and working people, for the advancement of all humanity.

AMA ATA AIDOO is a Ghanaian author, poet, playwright and academic.

Mother was comfort. Mother was home. Mother who lost her Baby was suddenly a tiny boat on an angry ocean. Some boats eventually floated ashore. And some boats, like her, seemed to float farther and farther from land.

Omo this one na big talent oo

Our identity lies in our culture and our understanding about life base on our surroundings because without ecosystem we humans can't function. We're Life and Life is us...

What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy.