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Continues from the previous post. Click  Here God loves us all, equally. So, I don't compare people. I've held this notion Right from my high school days. I would rather say I respect people than compare them. To me, comparison brings a flare of preference. Inferiority and superiority come to play with this word. I respect people; big, small, black or white. But the degree to which I respect, depends on the individual. It gives a clarity that two individuals have equal opportunity  to earn my respect. The world of comparison gives a false benchmark that can be exceeded, if not in view. This too is a mirage. I also discovered that the difference between poverty and wealth, is a thin line. The difference between wealth and health is a thin line. The difference between what is not and what is, is a thin line. That thin line is faith. Faith is a virtue that should never be misplaced. It got a source; it starts and ends with God. Having faith opens y

Velson360 design releases photos for his new collection which features more of denim. See photos of the lip dropping, eyes popping and extremely gorgeous designs. The creative designer put together a blend of denim and other fabrics. Leather jacket Denim jacket with leather sleeves, and denim shorts with a blend of Ankara. Plain shirt with patches of ankara, and denim pants with ankle buckles. Photography by: Miss Joy Ngofaa Posted via Blogaway

My first kiss I remembered like it was a minute ago.  It was terribly fierce,  It took all of my will First, I rejected  But his arms brought my body to the heat of his.  This was it, his eyes met mine and all I could see was unraveled mysteries  I took his minty breath in as my oxygen  And as his lips nearly touched mine, I closed my eyes slowly to hide my doubting fears.  My soul was all for it, but my body fought relentlessly.  His strong arms built like a machine ,relaxed every contraction within my body.  He was the king of kisses.  He just needed me in control,  But I was like an untamed animal Wanted out of the cage.  With his hands, he caressed my face First my lips, to my cheeks, then slowly  He moved down to my neck and gave me tiny little kisses. I mourned and all I could whisper was "stop" But like the king he was He knew his subject had succumbed.  He had no mercy now  He burned down my bridges,  Melted