Avicii- Broken Arrows (cover) (SSJ #61)

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Hello, bloggers!

Hope you’re having a pleasant Sunday. As usual, I’ll be presenting this week’s “Sunday Slow Jams” as means of introducing you to some current music that I’ve been really into lately, all within the context of being calming and restful to enjoy at the end of a peaceful weekend.

While this week’s slow jam isn’t a new song, it nevertheless continues to be a good one to put on whenever it’s possible. This is a cover of Avicii’s “Broken Arrows,” as sung and interpreted by British YouTuber Doug Armstrong, who improvises and absolutely jams out (literally) during the beat drop– all the while being entirely piano-driven, which is hugely impressive.

Compared with the original EDM single, Armstrong’s interpretation of it is completely acoustic, a stripped-down version which I believe makes the song more vulnerable and meaningful in its lyrics. With phrases of getting beaten down, but having the…

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We All Have Our Demons

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Insane Roots

I learned something about myself this weekend. A weakness that I didn’t know I had overcome and one that I never really wanted to admit to myself that I had.

When I was younger, I had such a need for acceptance and approval from those around me that many times, I would compromise myself in order to receive it. Of ‘course back then, I didn’t realize that the approval I was getting was in itself self defeating.

As transparent as it was, it is what I thought I needed.

I did not possess the self worth and confidence to stand up for myself. I held no courage when it came to telling others what they may not want to hear.

And when it came to relationships or men in general, I did not always say no. Even though, it was what I wanted to say.

This weekend, I was faced…

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THE PYTHON DANCERS GONE EASTWARDS AGAIN

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We live in a country where our young ladies who have recently attained the age of puberty cannot afford sanitary pads, but our men and women in public offices have ipads which they do not even know how to use.

Patrick L.O. Lumumba

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We aren’t completely lost yet

Achebe beared witness

Adichie spoke further 

Understanding now preached unfairness 

As they dispatched togetherness 

And trampled on priceless happiness
They pointed at the heavily beard man

That slow hungry-eyed man

Belly filled with a nation’s torment

Mislead or misinterpreted

But a tool they used to fruition 

Ignited catastrophe on

Fore fathers who always considerate

In his ways knee only obedience.

Tears were shed; A lot!

For that long gone relative

Who thought and fought for a dawn

While I sit here now in complete conviction

That those birds of death

From evil forest of Soviet technology Should never have glided east

Aburi offered a truce I heard 

But greed and selfishness

Like a blind woman pacing the sidewalk 

Waited at the shores of the Niger 

With finger on trigger 

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As you unleashed terror on mothers and children

Air heavy with odours of diarrhea

Of unwashed children with washed-out ribs

All imagined family reunion at noon vanished.

No portrait on my wall

Of cordial hand shakes at dawn

As you were uneducated and influenced

While pride took him to place of rationalities.

While em subjugates were slaughtered.

Did you conquer

Did he deliver promises made

As they pray never to see a rebound 

Asking that a 2nd eastern holocaust is aborted.

But in flipping pages

And moving pictures bringing bare 

Don’t you feel a new type of pain?

As I observe an acrid stench 

Of crazy power hunt on all sides

Is injustice about to reoccur again.

Were there winners and heros then?

Will there be any now?

Will the shelling and bombardment 

User in a new type of crocodile smile?

As you decide to parade the python 

In a city at the height of sensitivity

Taking a slip of Faith?

Or working/walking on part of hate?

The story might be different this time.
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EMPATHY AND INSECURITIES 

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Empathy and Insecurities!

The Name; Fame and Blame.

Would you still be you if em coast gets enlarged, with a few answers to “prayers” here and there?

Sincere pursuit or contradictions?

Are you asking too much or being modest?
Note; There is no light at the end of any tunnel; go ahead and be that freaking light they be expecting.
The mind of a deep thinker or complete rubbish, it all boils down to perceptions.
Are you making every single step count?
Kinging or Loosing?

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FEAR; THE DAWN OF DARKNESS

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Pragmatism et Confusion

Desperation from fear

Description so clear

Sickness of the average mate

Comes in all shapes and size

Creator of those massive holes

Squashing creativity’s constant rise

Impossiblities your strongest guard

“Utters” and “Words”

Becoming words and opposites

Darkness creating new sites

Light exhumed off the face of existence

Sights then set on what he shouldn’t be fighting

Pragmatism et Confusion

Desperation from fear

Suspicion before permission

Paralyzing that mind with a vision

Complacent behaviour became real mission

Mind numbingly routine

Distracting mind from important things

 

Pragmatism et Confusion

Adding value to obscurantism

Soul searching for freedom?

Set to the wind or thrown into sea

For he chose the highway

Of thoughts so random

All became heights he can’t imagine

 

Comparison and Desolation

He got em huge dreams

But fear got him with Mayweathers combo

Someone tell Floyd to drop em baggages

He is stacking up an archive of own acted films

While he should sacking reoccurring predicaments

 

Pragmatism et Confusion

He picked Fear before Triumph

Darkness before light

When nature lays bare

A sure promise of dawn

Of warm and sunny days

Littered with those colourful butterfly

Perfect scene bursting through after those long night

Of intense backwardness caused by fear.

*Written and Edited by Charles Okpere*

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REALITY LATELY 02/07/2017 (MAZI NNAMDI KANU)

For even the very wise cannot see all ends.   J.R.R. TolkienThe Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings

His Name; NNAMDI KANU

…and his name is NNAMDI KANU

When he started. Many of us never took him seriously. We thought he was just another distraction in Nigeria. There has been agitations long before he came but his style was different from them all. His approach was different. He spoke from far away land but his voice was closer to us than the air that we breathe. 

Many have come from the window though maybe started sincerely but ended up crushed by the enemy either through oppression or guns or bribes. Many of us looked for a messiah before he showed up. We waited for that one that will prove himself clean and flawless, that will not betray our course. We knew we needed freedom but we never could tell how it will come until he showed up. 

When we started listening we were bullied by the forces of darkness but we hesitated. Many of us hid in secret places to listen to that resounding voice in an Igbo intonation from far away London. We believed but continued in doubt. We saw many lay down their lives and our confidence increased. We started investigating. We started asking questions. They told us his name was Nnamdi KANU. 

Our confidence increased the more. He made many boasts which time has proved to be prophecies. So now just like the scriptures told us “that any who prophesies and his words do not come to pass is a false prophet and should be disregarded” but all his prophesies came to pass and are still coming to pass.

He told us that now (at the time he said it) no body wants to talk about Biafra but that very soon they won’t be able to help it and everyone will talk about Biafra. Now it is happening.

He told us that by the time he finishes with Buhari that Buhari will run to Britain and never come back and now we are still looking for the man, he is yet to return.

How he was able to turn the whole world’s attention to his little home in Afara-Ukwu, Umuahia is still a mystery. 

Now if you don’t talk about Nnamdi KANU and Biafra it is one and the same like you not talking about news in Africa. 

The government of the zoo can’t help it, the world powers can’t stop it. The politicians of Igbo stock can’t fight it. It has become the most trending stuff in the region of Biafra (south south south East).

Biafra may not be a country in the world map today but it is obvious in the world now that Biafra is a country in the world’s space.

Biafra may not have her independence today but it is obvious no one not even the devil can stop the restoration of Biafra.

Though it started LIKE A JOKE but now Biafra lives in the hearts of millions so if you have ever thought of stopping it, sorry, it’s too late.

It is too late to kill a living Biafra. 

It is too late to stop the moving train.

It is too late!

Because…

Biafra is here!!!

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CELONA’S NUGGETS 28/06/2017

You need to have faith in yourself. Be brave and take risks. You don’t have to have it all figured out to move forward.  ~ Roy T. Bennett

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Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.
Life is too ironic to understand fully. It takes sadness to know happiness, noise to distinguish silence & a broken heart to find true love.

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.

Take time to think, but when the time for action arrives, stop thinking and go all in and do it.

Character isn’t something you were born with & can’t change. It’s something you weren’t born with and must take responsibility for forming.

Pain makes people think. Thinking makes people wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.

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