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BOOK: SANE SANDS OF DUSTY DAWN | | in honour of Late Pa Adeniran Adefemi.


in honour of Late Pa Adeniran Adefemi.

Today, songs by Banners welcomed me, and just then, I was brought to the knowledge of this post which I'd forgotten.

It is sad, it is disheartening yet overtime, it has come to my psychological reasoning that Joseph, best known as Prince Joe is recovering from this saddening occurrence and I feel he has been encouraged. He needs cheerful people around him, not people that will bring such memories...

     However, it is pertinent to note that when you have people around you, know that you don't have dirty clothes. And if you don't have people, know that you are not alone, you only need to move closer to those you think hate you. Trust me, they can follow you into the storm, stand and fall with you, you can count on them...friends can, only if you move closer to them.

     Life and death are two parallel lines, you either die or live. We do not want to die but we deserve death, because since we are born, what do we expect of/from a beginning if not its end? We are born to die. it's natural.
But luckily, we are human, we can cry and it is very normal. You can hear voices and refuse to say your mind, because the light of memories has sparked and you are much convinced that these are waves dragging you underneath, waves that want you to cry. You are not weak, you are strong to accept the fact that you can cry because you are human.

Joseph is not alone, nor is the family alone. We've got God and God's got us. That's why He made/created us. Yeah. 
Kendrick said,
But if God got us, then we gon' be alright
... we gon' be alright
..., we gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright
... we gon' be alright
Huh? We gon' be alright
... we gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright.

We can be down, we will rise again.

I am not a preacher. (Giggles).

This book is dedicated to the family, may God be with you.
We love you, all our sadness/happiness and feelings are directed to you, we care about you.
Live and enjoy living.


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