namwano

Here and now rests my head upon the lap of the earth reminiscing on yet another episode of folly that almost cost me a dignified reputation. God is a God of countless chances when repentance is genuine; but sometimes you still have to pay the price to learn the importance of sticking it out along the narrow road that leads to life I’m not that good at my step when it comes to the dance floor; I neither walk on toes like the ballerina girl (wherever you are just know you are absolutely  amazing), nor do I break bones like a skinny guy I got to know called ‘Boneless’ when I was in primary school. I could do the basics of a salsa routine, but never get round to “dropping it like it’s hot” under a disco ball-even though I think I can. It could be that I’m daring enough to be different, but really… am I?  The lees of a tango that had been ongoing to the music crafted by addictive nostalgia, opted to settle like fine sand rather than be blown away by the winds of grace and forgi