I think part of it is an opportunity to claim ownership of culture. Part of me would love to be part of a big club that puts on Shakespeare plays in public spaces. My wife actually is a professional employee of such a club (hers sings). My wife and I do not sing, but the members of the organization do, and they work hard to get into the "club." These people are prodigiously talented, and yet they are obligated to pay a hell of a lot of money in order to supplement grants and ticket sales.

I know, it's pretty scandalous to realize those incredibly gifted performers on stage singing Brahms' Requiem are paying for the privilege of doing so.

                           life as a skool of war.

   is very hard for the simliciy minded, cos soldiers nerver made  it. Dreams of youth never mind with the truth . as bats are blind . liberty need an eye glass . the, global village we use to know has turn out to be a land of hell . Viewing animals in human cloning in reaer view .

 Some, times is my vioce recoheted and say is life worth living. the reason for this remain puzzle to historain.as friends become the worst of enemies emouthed with laughter of human nature.

that short lyric was written by james peace onyeoghani

      wat an unconditional love

      in my teen felling pruod of mammas love.

       unknown the flippery minded  son that the word is full of avalanche of pains and deception.

         somebody tell me the best place to seek for refuge , when liberty need an eye glass.

         in open mouthed , i watch youths of my age grade dieds of hiv. then were is the love, baby when u want get me affected .best love is in the hand of mother. troubles i see in the near future .is the poor worth living or should they be segregated from the existence . now ask ur selve .as six issues is wat i have.

        by onyeoghani offor

        from nigeria.