SAGE MUSIC BOOK

Photo credit: Google images I think about you a lot. Sometimes I find myself wondering about what you are doing. I dream about you too, but in my dreams I can never see your face clearly. Every time you start to turn around, I’d wake up alone in my bed. In my dreams, I feel satisfied. We are always on a beach and we are all alone, most times I am sitting in a shade watching you as you walk by the shores barefooted as the waves from the beach rush to greet your feet. Sometimes I am walking behind you, in love with the shape of you and taking my time to appreciate the sight of every curve and watch your hair float in the wind of the cool sea breeze. I feel myself smile, but just as you are about to turn around, I wake up to the familiar surroundings of my bedroom Photo credit: Google images I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know from where to begin my search for you but just hold on and I’ll find you. I don’t know if maybe you’ve had visions of me in your dre

Photo credit: Google images Is there God? If your answer to this question is yes, then I have another question I’d like to ask you. But if your answer is no, I’d like to have a chance to convince you to believe that life has its genesis because God made it so. If your answer was yes, like I said I’d like to ask you another question. “Who is God?” Now let’s not get carried away by sentiments and vanity, instead let us all reason together in one accord and let’s try to make the world a better place. There are people who think of themselves as gods, who manipulates the life of others for their own profit, and can take life without so much as a trace of remorse afterwards, people in offices who manipulates documents and information about their colleagues and clients to truncate their ambitions. Photo credit: Google images People in their own homes, who through the means of the internet manipulates the information of their victims impersonating and most times even

I almost every day wake up before 6:00am and most days I just about do the same thing I do every day. Money makes the world go round they say, and every day money must be spent purchasing comfort. I understand those things, but what I don’t understand is why you feel that you are suffering because you fail to afford an extravagant lifestyle. If I hadn’t heard it come out of the horse’s mouth myself, I probably would not have believed the testimony of whoever had witnessed it when you said “Hide your face. If you don’t have money, hide your face” I was so disappointed, because I know that I love you. And every day when I wake up in the early hours of the morning, I’m reminded of how much I feel for you and how much you feel for money. You only love money and live miserably without it. You have no value for friendship and trust, all you care about is money and like a parasite you cling to wherever the money is coming from and would do despicable things even, just beca

It was the last day of the year. The thirty-first day of December and by midnight people everywhere would be screaming “Happy New Year” at the top of their voice. I watched as you walked down the street on your way to work in the morning and never thought that before the day was over you’d have won my heart. The evening was exciting, with so many of my friends visiting to count down the final hours of the year together. The atmosphere set in festivities as music filtered through the air from the stereo in the car parked in the street. While bottles of beer lay wasted on the ground and the scent of fried chicken wafted through the air, as laughter and conversations rang roundabout. Distracted by the sight of you walking alone down the street apparently back from work, I separated myself from the group and tried to find a quiet place to wait in hope of starting a conversation with you, just for the fun of it. Little did i know that i was going to enjoy talking to you so m