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Ain't we all COLOURED?

The night sky's glorious luminesce, Superfluous radiance of the moon, stars, meteors a culmination of celestials ploy, bless.

The echoing beauty of the oil laden dark tan field of Bayelsa, The nostalgic fragrance of the lush vegetation of Benue's guinea savannah.

The continual pulsates of our beating aortas inspires ripple all over the universe, visible and invisible, Harmonizing to bring stability, without? A colossal imbalance to the earths alignment.

African, Mandarin, Briton, Carribean, Australian and Canadian alike, Efik, Urhobo, Idoma, Tiv, Hausa, Yoruba, Ibo, Ijaw, Itsekiri...Limitless. Crested on all of our hearts is a yearning for relevance, meaning, fulfilment and purpose; same with all, not an exception.

Our unique framing by Elyon, has the Earth laced with excellence the effect of our varied illuminations, We all give off some tinge, the essence of our Spirit. To mention but a few; there's the essence of Gold,
the essence of Amber,
of Sapphire,
of Diamond,
of Ruby,
of Jasper,
And last there's that if Emerald. Not last as it were but last in my listings!

The bow in the skyline, established by YAHWEHS promise, A symbol of infallible perfection, reveals our inner bliss.

Every fiber of our being is etched with colour, colours of the rainbow with an aura of yesteryears first rain shower, nostalgic. The thread of existence stands incomplete without our immortal paintings on the canvas of life, a chunk off our peculiar tapestry.

Light is life, life is light! Demystify, Spirit's light blinding darkness; immortality's embrace we dwell.

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