Where is God? He is in the sky above. Every cloud is like a white glove. Rain are his tears. Each of his tears are our fears. Is He ever...

How you going to change your mind, if your heart is unmovable. Like trying to get blood out of a stone. But you are willing to shed the...

Black Churches, White Churches. Same Hearses, same people. Blood same colour, we all bleed red. Missing all the colours if you see only...

Low hanging fruit growing in a hostile environment, no wonder 'I have a chip on my shoulder'. Bourne from the fruits of the Windrush...