Blessing Anastasia Abaka
Biography of Blessing Anastasia Abaka
I'm a writer, school in Nigeria. I write with the passion of my ink. I DREAM, WRITE AND LIVE with my ink.
Blessing Anastasia Abaka Poems
Golden Black (The Symbol Of Originality)
The golden black of unity, that cascade upon my deep stress. ' Who said black is not golden' 'Who said black is not dignity' 'Who said blacks are not determined'
A Broken Heart
A cheerful heart, what happen to it? Does it break like a glass or does it cut off like a tree, Does it smell like a rotten egg or does it fall like the snow.
Follow Your Dreams
'Follow your dreams because it will lead you to greatness' Go confidently in the direction of your dreams Live the life you have imagined Reach high,
Your Words, You Mind, Your Soul
Words are powerful motivators We can use them to curse or bless others, Encourage or discourage, inspire or belittle
Mother Nature gives each age its own special horror. Death never comes at the right time, It always comes like a thief. All who are born die,
Anastasia The Lily Of Love
Anastasia, the heart of the cheerful Numb by the velvety echoe of the singing bird Amtsy by the sound, she ran to the mountain She stuns with the spasm of love
I'M Not Your Prisoner
Under your domain to thy i cried for safety. U hold me caption with your powerful passion of dark love. I felt lonely, though you stood beside me. I gave you my heart, you isolate it from your heart
He is the music lords, And valley of rhymes. A Bibliophile, and the dreamers of dreams Under his care are embellish of caucus.
The five letters, one word yet prescind the love from the beloved Death keep you empty and filled you with a vacuum
Life Of A Gemini
What usefulness is life, if there is no hope? What usefulness is love, if there are is no passion? What usefulness is your eyes, if there are made the fools to your other senses?
Warriors wake up! It's time for the battle. Refill your ink, clear the desk Dusk your notebooks and textbook.
The Travelled Heart
Traveling to the land of the titanic, Dreamt of love of the fairy, That cascade upon my icy of eve. Loving but not living,
The Magic Pen
seeking for the answer of magic pen i was drone in d shadow of icy water search for my way out i was lost in the magic world
Forever i want to dwell in the presence of kingship. Feeling as a queen in every arena i worship. Oh! How wonderful it is to be knoweth and be serve by others. Washing my feet, hair comb and bath by maids.
Life Of A Gemini
What usefulness is life, if there is no hope?
What usefulness is love, if there are is no passion?
What usefulness is your eyes,
if there are made the fools to your other senses?
What usefulness is kindness, if there is no desire?
'Who dare to speak of kindness, where there is no love'
'Who dare to speak of passion, where there is no hope'
I watch the beautiful whisper of the singing birds
Composing their sweet melody.