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Give us this Day our Daily Bread
Work defined: the essence of survival.
When life is stripped of its complexities and the subtle hues are over taken by the basic neutrals…Black and white.
In that equation of simplicity; Work = Daily bread!
Chika. June,2008
A Place called “Hardly Return”
I saw that the nights were darker than normal and the days as the usual nights.
I saw that innocence was snatched away and replaced with a cold, cold ‘modernness’.
I saw a need to belong that drove our kids to run down streets, that even angels fear to tread, to a place called “Hardly
return”.
Chika. June, 2008
And She Went…
She went down the roads of “How could you?”
Over the hills of “You have no shame!”
And unto the laps of “Told you no one would love you except me!"
And she went far, far away from home.
Chika. June,2008