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It is when you climb a good tree that we push you.
I think I understand what Shakespeare meant when he said, Love never did run smooth. Forget peace. This means war.
We are the Gold Coast. Our waters can take you to other places, other wonderful worlds far away from here with learned men and masters of opportunity.
A family tie is like the river. It can bend, but it cannot break.
Kofi, we dream to heal our memory or to face the unimaginable truth. Dreams are hints from the beyond, but they can also be warnings.
Time lost is lost forever.
Once you carry your own water you will know the value of every drop.
Not to make war, Nana Mosi says. To be prepared in case someone else makes it for you.
We are each branches of the same tree. It does not matter that we go in different directions. The roots are one.
It is not the crown that sits atop a man that makes him big. It is what is inside,
Guilt has the footprints of an elephant.
A history unknown will replay itself,
and every now and then my hand speaks to me, tells me it is lonely, dares me to befriend hers.
The world is a big sea. I want to dive in. Let the wave carry me.
There is nothing more confining, I hear Mr. Phillip read, than the prison we do not know we are in.
What you do not suffer for, you can never truly value.
until the lions tell their side of the story, the tale of the hunt will always celebrate the hunter…
The sun shines on those who stand up for themselves, before it shines on those who kneel to cowardice.
No one can kidnap your beliefs, if you believe them with every bone of your body. No one can shackle your will,
I worry if yesterday was a dream and this nightmare is my future.
There’s an African proverb that says, We desire to bequeath two things to our children; the first one is roots, the other one is wings.