The homage she gave showed the humbleness not found in a queen. That’s why the people didn’t knew who she was. In a disguise she wanted to see the lives of her subjects.
There was evil plans at hand to kidnap her because she had trusted her only friend. Did her father trust this friend? No. So he had his spies mingling with the crowd and they pounced on the evil group.
Be careful who you trust.
Watching dance and music from different countries, one thing was evident. In their movements I see the visceral thrill of their lives being portrayed right in front of me.
What is it that brings tears into my eyes? From Korea to Lagos to Romania to Brooklyn to London the stories have the same vein. There is happiness and there is sadness, both built on emotion.
Oozing juices from fruits
Nectar heaven made
With fair love for those
Enjoying earth’s gifts.
They lurched forward
In the rickety wooden truck
That went into every pothole
In the road as it travelled,
Rollling to and fro was the other thing
It did and got the passengers laughing.
I wonder who woke them up
When they all fell into a trance
I am used to seeing on TV
There is someone who shakes
Or slaps the person out of the trance
But now there was no one
So they all ay there till morning
With the rain beating down on them.
Do you recite nursery rhymes to yourself? I mean do they just pop up in your head anytime at all? Whether children are around or not it happens, although may be it’s just me and I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t say I have one favourite one, there are so many.
One thing I find is learning rhymes help with active memory. What do you think?
South Africa has given me the content of my post today. I am looking at a beautiful vista, the background is the beautiful blue of the sea, and set on the grassland is the fields of maize, the cattle enclosure and the colourful huts. The culture of keeping cows for various reasons to use for ceremonies as well as food.
I was intrigued by the use of amasi with grainy-looking mealie meal made from maize. This is infact crumbly and is called umphokohqo.
In Ghana it’s Kpokpoi and Togo has a similar food made from maize and in the former it is eaten with Grilled Fish and Palm soup. In the latter it’s eaten with Grilled Fish or Chicken Soup and Boiled Chopped Okro.
Historically, it is soon the season for cooking this to celebrate Thanksgiving for having a good harvest after a time of hunger for the Ga and associate tribes, before they settled in the West Coast of Africa
Receive your delivery of blessings that come too, with all the physical things arriving you might not see. Have faith for it is there right with you.
When the truth is glaringly staring you in the face and yet you cannot declare it.
When the item you are looking for glares teasing your self control.
Humans need honesty from the great and small.