Number of visitors: unfortunately the malfunction with our layout means our visitor counter was entirely reset however, from our memory it was at least 809, which is fantastic!
Some of the countries that have visited the blog: (before the layout malfunction) India, Nigeria, South Africa, Brazil
Robyn's favourite post of the month: Batty Man - homophobia is one of the worst discrimination's in the world today and what's worse is that it is considered acceptable in many places and by many people, in particular the black community which this documentary focuses on. I admire all of those in that documentary for trying to highlight the issue and the problems it causes for gay black men around the world.
Cortez's favourite post of the month: Dreams for Kids - Although this is a short post, I have actually visited this organization. They allow you to look beyond the confining walls of your life and help others. Helping others allowed me to see who I really am, a person who can help others. This organization allows kids to realize the endless potential that lay within them. In today’s era, this is something that every child needs to experience.
The best comment of the month:
“And every time I neared a nervous lapse,
I thought of you; regained my urge to fight.
The boy was one of many native traps:
A spell they cast to gull the few who right
The awfulness of murder—it's obscene.
I testify his death was fair and clean.”
“The zombie myth we tell is not a lie.
Our lovely children: fear their vicious ways—
With wickedness a golden age did die.
This platform on the sea is home to praise
Of clans and nurture. Faith is never lost
If innocence survives—and damn the cost!”
“The books before the fall refer to crimes
In distant lands. The citadels of wealth
Ignored the spreading plague until the times
Infected them, by means of cunning stealth:
And every murder they allowed, a prayer
That God abandon us: why should it care?
The boy was only twelve, like some of you.
He had a gun, but also had a tome:
A bible book, I saw he'd read it through.
I buried him at sea—he sleeps in foam.
I needed self-redemption, some small act
To show I know that any death detracts
From every living being that loves to grow:
I buried him for me and not for show.”
Khakjaan Wessington
I thought of you; regained my urge to fight.
The boy was one of many native traps:
A spell they cast to gull the few who right
The awfulness of murder—it's obscene.
I testify his death was fair and clean.”
“The zombie myth we tell is not a lie.
Our lovely children: fear their vicious ways—
With wickedness a golden age did die.
This platform on the sea is home to praise
Of clans and nurture. Faith is never lost
If innocence survives—and damn the cost!”
“The books before the fall refer to crimes
In distant lands. The citadels of wealth
Ignored the spreading plague until the times
Infected them, by means of cunning stealth:
And every murder they allowed, a prayer
That God abandon us: why should it care?
The boy was only twelve, like some of you.
He had a gun, but also had a tome:
A bible book, I saw he'd read it through.
I buried him at sea—he sleeps in foam.
I needed self-redemption, some small act
To show I know that any death detracts
From every living being that loves to grow:
I buried him for me and not for show.”
Khakjaan Wessington
Other notable events:
the loss of our layout and widgets means we now have a new layout and design!
The creation of our youtube account (see our contact us page)
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