Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi's (aka American Boy) CSR for October 2019
From today until November 4th, 2019, I will be applying the American Greencard Lottery for any Kenyan absolutely free of charge.
Just contact my office at the email below and you will be furnished with all the required info for the greencard application.
God bless Mukurwe-ini, Gob bless Kenya.
Email -
[email protected]
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The Lesson by Maya Angelou
The Lesson by Maya Angelou
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge.
The years
And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
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The Power of a Smile by Tupac Shakur
The Power of a Smile by Tupac Shakur
The power of a gun can kill
and the power of fire can burn
the power of wind can chill
and the power of a mind can learn
the power of anger can rage
inside until it tears u apart
but the power of a smile
especially yours can heal a frozen heart
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Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi quoted ...
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Free Green Card application By Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi
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Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi's (aka American Boy) CSR for October 2019
From today until November 4th, 2019, I will be applying the American Greencard Lottery for any Kenyan absolutely free of charge.
Just contact my office at the email below and you will be furnished with all the required info for the greencard application.
God bless Mukurwe-ini, Gob bless Kenya.
Email -
[email protected]
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Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi quoted ...
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Hon Cyrus Ngure Kagwi quoted ...
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When You Come by Maya Angelou
When You Come by Maya Angelou
When you come to me,
unbidden,Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child,
an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I cry.
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The Lesson by Maya Angelou
The Lesson by
Maya Angelou
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs, Rotting flesh and worms do Not convince me against The challenge.
The years And cold defeat live deep in Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet I keep on dying, Because I love to live.
0 notes