Mon-Stylo

I talk about beauty, I talk about splendor, I am the voice that speaks loudly, a horn that howls easily and a bell that rings softly. I speak of a crown, I talk about mama land, I talk about Africa. Let me take you to this luster of green vegetations, trees and shrubs, the air that once used to make people dream and fall in love, beautiful water that flows everywhere bringing life and prosperity. Waterfalls that roar louder than thunder, a sign of boldness that resides in African hearts. The sky is crystal clear, it blows away bad humor and you won’t see or will feel this anywhere else. Whenever you hear about Africa just understand it as the truest meaning of natural beauty in all senses of that word. Oooh, wait I wish this was for today, I hate to say it out loud but probably mother nature is angry with us.  Water that used to bring life and prosperity is now flowing angrily sweeping away everything and destroying lives. Tears of the homeless are as much as the floods that destr

There are those souls that never leave us, they are always there day in day out, looking out for us, loving us unconditionally , supporting us even in tiny detail of our daily lives. They hold our hands, heal our hearts and they are surely our family. some people are born in wonderful families while others have to create them! Being a member of a family is a priceless privilege which cost nothing but love. said Jim Stovall. There are friends whom we call family, because we love them. the idea of family is beyond measures because family is all about being related through love than it is through blood. When your life is falling apart, and nothing seem to be okay, they show up and give you assurance that everything is gonna be okay while they’ve got no idea of  how it will work out. ain’t just to calm you down it’s love. When your mind is blowing and you don’t know what to say, they hold your hand and that holds your tears, it’s called showing up. We trust them with no doubt, thei