FOLKLORIC ARTS My little days revolves around thoughtful mind of people in realm. This people have one thing in common; which is the state that unite us whereas, they have different language cast-off as symbol; it defines their arts used to express diverse epithet of life as union. I live to learn insight of arts from people, who was raised among knowhow age. Even though, the tribal portent here is beyond what eyes can study over and done with among our ethnic families. What I love about the realm is the way folks use creative tribal arts to express its tenet to the world which reflects our diverse tribes and identities in the society. The deep-rooted pass heirloom of eon upheld by the ethnic families to young ones as generation evolve in the unknown world. As raised, Papa and Mama voices words I know nothing of with smiles on their faces when I cry and as I grow, it is the same dialect I heard people speaks around and each time I try speak, makes me stutter. At a time, I began to communicate like Mama voices that befits fluently and there seems like no other language exist aside the one passed to me. One day as I walked along with Papa at the roadside, heard two women wisphered glibly unknown words which held unconscious smile on my face as I watched tongues flip through their mouths. The growing me has never heard of such odd dialect before but later, I began to understand how the tribal world around me revolves after series of Papa lectures. Since then, the basic unknown became known to me in our native realm. The westerly people have famous individuals who are the avant-gardists of art work in realm, popularly branded for their stylistic talents in prominent work which provides affluence. This work has crowned them pacesetters among others in realm. This individuals are enrich with tribal talents that promote value in arts platform. The artiste are skilled entertainers; dancers and singers. With songs, they inspires our past and celebrate the present blend rhymically with beats that roused us. Some are performer of drama, opera and stage songs; whose work on this merit are viewed in the theatre to entertain people in and out of the realm that makes out a barrel of laughs. The artistan- who are lifelike in skillful craft work produced nok terra-cotta, weaved clothe, mask; used during tribal festival and carved statue; powerful bronze plaques and figurines that is used as tribute to chief ancestor. Then, this craft worker play a very vital role in the realm- who are the artificer (the creator) of decorative house tools like pot, basket, toy and stool in various homes. I remember the wooden elephant toy beautifully carved bought by Papa in my house. The toy was given to my brother and later passed to me; when Mama felt he had grown old for the toy. In my pint-size days, I normally cry each time I see such strange inanimate close to me but later we became friends after ages. Times I quarrel with my brother, he threaten to reclaim his toy from me and instantly, I reconcile which thrill Mama. Also, the ethnic families adorn their body with jewelries, hairstyle and to some tattoo, scar or better put tribal marks; as used for detecting individuals origin in the realm. During festival, maidens are decorated with beads, braided hairstyles and woven clothe to titivate their beauty. This path has been the common way of life among tribal families, royal and damsel during festival. In the past, this line of work is used to express status in the ethnic realm. The use of regalia, as called crown and beads by dint of royal families indicate prestige among others. The royal carvers solely decorates regalia used in the royal guild and in that way apprentice young ones in this line. Even the decorated masks, diadem and statues are used to housed powerful spirits in order exert control over the uncertainties of life by attaching positive forces from lineage for limiting negative powers. In tally, artists- deals with painting edifice to portray pleasant life of decency among human and of nature used to charmed viewers. The love I had for arts had grown to the extent that on weekend, I walked down streets to visit a neighborhood studio just to watch a friend; Mike- who is an artist. The studio is like a mile away from my house but his artistic designs make me get-up-and-go when my parent are off to work. One day, on arriving at his place I saw a beautiful decoration he recently supplanted on the exterior wall of his studio (the process is called mural or fresco in art); it portray his innovative art work and I concluded he must be advertising. Not quite long, I entered and saw him mixing egg yolk, and powdered vinegar with water while seated; called tempera paint. There, he started dribbling the tempera applied on his brush on framed linen cloth position in his front. Instantly, I dragged a wooden ladder-back chair and took a seat beside him with full focus. After a time, I was unable to find myself as the work stood wet and abstract which make no sense to me and couldn’t ask question because Mark hates being interrogated when working, but I tried to watch. I fell asleep in the process and he didn’t wake me, after some minutes I woke up. Surprisingly, I saw an impervious and matte dry buffed which yield a rich work. Although, I don’t know what the abstract work express which is incline with our roots but I felt inspired with the lustrous finishes he gave it. He said, it is a tapestries design used to decorate homes in the coat which describe a regal era from lineages. The artists also deals with delineate perspective and foreshorten drawing to produce artifice in extension of figure, of which most drawings are based on myth, moral tale and adage; it reveal the reverence for the beauty of the coat backcloth. Among some, pen is mightier than sword; prolific writers. They express tales that revolves our lineage through creative write-ups of our strong and varied ethnics in realm which can be develop by artiste into camera work. This people in general depict the beauty of arts in their different tribal knowhow that bring into line flora and fauna. The antique arts of folk reflects the changing society of today that is passes from generations through vitrine like we all called museum, galleries for showcase. This reminds me back then in school, we where asked to pay some fee as fare to visit the national museum. Although, I have never had such experience before apart from Mama tales. I felt great travelling together on tour with my mates which seems different from the regular classes we do but within me, I was only going to see the true image of Mama tales. On getting in, I was diverted with the platform I saw inside the museum; it is far beyond my imagination and before I knew it, I had walked down to the ancient artifacts attractively display to feel them one after the other; which tells countless words unexpressed, but little lesson from Mama came to light. As I enrol with the discovery, my teacher called our attention for the curator to walk us to the gallery and as we stroll, I cling to conversation with the curator which got me few lessons untold. In the gallery, various work was showcase for exhibition and sales. I saw different people apart from those of us that came from the same place; like the british man with two kids purchasing leather bag extracted from elephant skin and wooden colourful beads on glass table, a man well suited with briefcase viewing the crystal jewelry sparkling in the glass case and within I taught this man must be a businessman while some where moving towards different showcase glasses. Straightaway, most of my mates had walked down to view exhibited work and some who yearn to have gladly purchased while I was still observing. After several observation, words began to echo in my mind of the reveals of ethnic creation today which has gone beyond my thoughts as a result of arts. As so obvious, today embodies beauty of arts that incandescent the tribal world. Aside this museum, there is also library where historical documents are kept for apt research. It is this museum we found various books designated on the art platform. In the archive, we found connotations of historic work in the old volumes. The old library in the realm is one you won’t dare to visit alone; so scary. The archive is left untidy which had become a dwell for household pest; their chewing mouthpiece is always busy on books and on the inside, we battle with webs. Even nest of rats is found around, and mice show around the place day and night without any fear, sometimes climb our shoe during play. Nonetheless, the chic work design in their artistic lineage in turn attracts many people internationally into the homeland as it generates colossal income for the ethnic society at large. Back then, I asked Mark of likely benefit they enjoy as artist during my debriefing after his buffed tapestries design. With smile, he make mention of moment unforgotten which reminds him of the arts and culture festival we celebrated years ago. Imagine how groovy it would have been if you were a witness, he said. I gave him a side look because I have no idea of what it was. He continued, it was the biggest ever had; many nations and artificers (who brought their works from different nations for exhibition) visited to celebrate the festival. On this special day, our culture emphasized tribal attires and dance rather than dialogue which by means portray artistic work. Due to my aimless walking that day as I was trying to watch different ethnic display in their various stands; I got tired, he alleged. And right there I took the weight off my feet on the floor while the different tribal performance were on. In the vicinity I saw the Saxon, Anglo, Sino-Tibetan, Semitic, Angles families around; some held camera taking snapshot during performance, and some dress in fashioned regalia and few put on mask. People were smiling while some dancing and trying to mimic the footsteps during concert, even though they have little or no idea of what we rejoice; our heritage. While some trying to purchase one or two inventive work nearby. This very day was a memorable one for us. Just behind me, I saw a white lady who post before an artist -who had finish drawing her and has he picked his brush, I stood up to see how he will apply the check-shirt she wore. The end result was as expected, I saw a gleaming finish. Instantly, she came close and with a glance she said wow. She offer him money, far beyond the price but instead, he gave it as gift to her. I said, is that in appreciation of her beauty For the beautiful work well done; it expression is priceless, he replied. I began to imagine how beautiful I feel after great art work done in my studio. To some art is not a new thing, but when you do things exceptionally then you will feel inspired. In that way, you have reveal the undiscovered beauty of nature. In short, this day celebrated held historic moement with different tales with us. The day that make us beautifully addressed in the midst of nations, friends. The question I ask myself is what happened now, where is everything we were surrounded with; our inheritance. Today, It all feels like nothing ever existed. What tale do we all have for the next generation?. Nothing! what a filth. The shameful lore of powerful south angels, who visited us for malicious selves. But I don’t blame them, if not the rulers- who ought to shield and sacrifice their individual license to better preserve our liberty. With minds and senses, is it the south angels or our heads whose belly control their head for the love of fantasy. Aside this, have you forgoten we were sold serfs in exchage for gem; which make them treated us in a colour-blind fashion. I heard story of south angels visitation. People where amazed because they were happy to meet other existed alien. They were accommodated, fed and clothe; who visited with the aim of promoting their culture across lands. After they had settled, studied and intermingled with our debase ruler and chiefs; they reviewed mysteries of ages and in so doing reward with gem. Too materialistic; we got vanity for value! By this means penetrated the realm, its people and bequest. Who is to be blame?. Not only were we traded but also cast bronze plaque of lineage that shimmer like gold was looted to their museum and the old house of artifices were burnt. The question I keep asking myself is, what will they entrust this looted trait with?. No idea!. They are not to be blame either, if not the mud that flocks in the veins which ails us still. Frankly, some of the creative work was layout from perishable item and lack of proper preservation destroyed it but few still survived. Back then, the appointed curator have no keen eye for arts value and most take up the job for surviver without personal flair in the line which had caused a huge damage. Even though a part of us know the truth enough. In the present day, the hereditary guild among the loose tribal ties are gone and everywhere is cleared like nothing ever occur but I guess they have no doubt of the damage caused. We heard tales as in days of yore now and then which seems abstract to fresh ones. Although, some artful work survived that speaks little about those days. But today, most of this work no longer live on and people who know best about the line have departed but apprentice had to relocated to hamlet due to lack of vouch in realm. The forefront ought to enact duly carry out rubrics which will make clear to people about the lineage passed over but no metal focus is directed in the line. Have you forgotten our root and now, it seems like nothing to place fingers on. Where are we heading to?. These are questions we have not ask ourselves enough. There was a family holiday we had years back. My father booked the venice of gulf as choice during summer holiday. He said, guys we are visiting the semitic people and I began to wonder why he make such place as a choice among other states. Even thouht, I prefer a dwelling of sports. Without any objection to papa view, we all travelled. We landed at night but the gleaming beauty of this great people was still obvious. I could only notice little difference between day and night in this place as everywhere seems like the perfect Eden. I started revolving round on the spot; where I stood. I had a wet eyes which fills me with overwhelmingly happiness from within and right there I felt the incredible beauty of nature. I had spend most moment in the realm and hardly, fo I travel but today, I found myself on a special soil. I never thought the semitic people have such a state of the art on the existing planet. That very night, we moved to the housed booked from home through the internet before the journey. what I noticed about this people is that, everything had been intended and they achieved everything with pieces around them but today, we see a whole. I woke very early after suavely night on the water bed and had to prepare for the tour dad promised in the big city. I had momentous and striking days in the fort; is it the opulent slap-up meal I had in the sailboat-shaped hotel or the tour around palm islet. The opulent slap-up meal I had was in the sailboat-shaped hotel artificially designed in the ocean. The dinner was more or less like a presidential dinner; special treatment. Sincerely, the meal was not really what drive my attention but the luxury dinner-room which makes me feel like I was having my meal in a special place in the ocean. I saw whales, fishes and others swing their tails around; It was more than a meal. As the waitress brought banquest for dad, I called her attention and jokingly, I louden; where am I to her to which drive eyes around us. She said, sir you are welcome to Dubai; the venice of gulf and people smiles, even dad was not exempted. After, the wonderful meal in the special dinner. We then moved on a tour to the remarkable artificial islet ever fashioned in the world; the palm islet. What a world! All this portray their lineage which make the semitic people beautifully address among nations of the world. This people claim value for vanity, as they know the detriment to their lineage. From where I landed on getting home, I began to look around. Even though, there was not much around but I believed we had origin; our existence. Then, why have we not built on it. We are beautiful people and the only way the world can see that enough is through this value we reveal which we will be addressed by. But it is never too late to fine-tune the legacy of a new dawn for the next generation; to build our home in our own lineage way. All the abundant we desire will fall through this value and generations will be proud that sometthing had been left for them to lift on. I believe this is not what we can self achieve but in togetherness, we can all realize. I employ the forefront to put into execution this line through proper schedule of full exhibition of inventive within the realm. Also, character-building program for people who know little or nothing about their root. Not all, there is need for utilization of public spaces in setting up topnotch corporate galleries in the nation-states and in addition, promotion of extensive travelling for permanent collection of exhibition throughout the country; states, hamlet and etc. With all this in place, in no time all castle in the air will be made. Then, we will be proud of what we have become and the beauty of nature will be felt within our own world. FOLKLORIC ARTS My little days revolves around thoughtful mind of people in realm. This people have one thing in common; which is the state that unite us whereas, they have different language cast-off as symbol; it defines their arts used to express diverse epithet of life as union. I live to learn insight of arts from people, who was raised among knowhow age. Even though, the tribal portent here is beyond what eyes can study over and done with among our ethnic families. What I love about the realm is the way folks use creative tribal arts to express its tenet to the world which reflects our diverse tribes and identities in the society. The deep-rooted pass heirloom of eon upheld by the ethnic families to young ones as generation evolve in the unknown world. As raised, Papa and Mama voices words I know nothing of with smiles on their faces when I cry and as I grow, it is the same dialect I heard people speaks around and each time I try speak, makes me stutter. At a time, I began to communicate like Mama voices that befits fluently and there seems like no other language exist aside the one passed to me. One day as I walked along with Papa at the roadside, heard two women wisphered glibly unknown words which held unconscious smile on my face as I watched tongues flip through their mouths. The growing me has never heard of such odd dialect before but later, I began to understand how the tribal world around me revolves after series of Papa lectures. Since then, the basic unknown became known to me in our native realm. The westerly people have famous individuals who are the avant-gardists of art work in realm, popularly branded for their stylistic talents in prominent work which provides affluence. This work has crowned them pacesetters among others in realm. This individuals are enrich with tribal talents that promote value in arts platform. The artiste are skilled entertainers; dancers and singers. With songs, they inspires our past and celebrate the present blend rhymically with beats that roused us. Some are performer of drama, opera and stage songs; whose work on this merit are viewed in the theatre to entertain people in and out of the realm that makes out a barrel of laughs. The artistan- who are lifelike in skillful craft work produced nok terra-cotta, weaved clothe, mask; used during tribal festival and carved statue; powerful bronze plaques and figurines that is used as tribute to chief ancestor. Then, this craft worker play a very vital role in the realm- who are the artificer (the creator) of decorative house tools like pot, basket, toy and stool in various homes. I remember the wooden elephant toy beautifully carved bought by Papa in my house. The toy was given to my brother and later passed to me; when Mama felt he had grown old for the toy. In my pint-size days, I normally cry each time I see such strange inanimate close to me but later we became friends after ages. Times I quarrel with my brother, he threaten to reclaim his toy from me and instantly, I reconcile which thrill Mama. Also, the ethnic families adorn their body with jewelries, hairstyle and to some tattoo, scar or better put tribal marks; as used for detecting individuals origin in the realm. During festival, maidens are decorated with beads, braided hairstyles and woven clothe to titivate their beauty. This path has been the common way of life among tribal families, royal and damsel during festival. In the past, this line of work is used to express status in the ethnic realm. The use of regalia, as called crown and beads by dint of royal families indicate prestige among others. The royal carvers solely decorates regalia used in the royal guild and in that way apprentice young ones in this line. Even the decorated masks, diadem and statues are used to housed powerful spirits in order exert control over the uncertainties of life by attaching positive forces from lineage for limiting negative powers. In tally, artists- deals with painting edifice to portray pleasant life of decency among human and of nature used to charmed viewers. The love I had for arts had grown to the extent that on weekend, I walked down streets to visit a neighborhood studio just to watch a friend; Mike- who is an artist. The studio is like a mile away from my house but his artistic designs make me get-up-and-go when my parent are off to work. One day, on arriving at his place I saw a beautiful decoration he recently supplanted on the exterior wall of his studio (the process is called mural or fresco in art); it portray his innovative art work and I concluded he must be advertising. Not quite long, I entered and saw him mixing egg yolk, and powdered vinegar with water while seated; called tempera paint. There, he started dribbling the tempera applied on his brush on framed linen cloth position in his front. Instantly, I dragged a wooden ladder-back chair and took a seat beside him with full focus. After a time, I was unable to find myself as the work stood wet and abstract which make no sense to me and couldn’t ask question because Mark hates being interrogated when working, but I tried to watch. I fell asleep in the process and he didn’t wake me, after some minutes I woke up. Surprisingly, I saw an impervious and matte dry buffed which yield a rich work. Although, I don’t know what the abstract work express which is incline with our roots but I felt inspired with the lustrous finishes he gave it. He said, it is a tapestries design used to decorate homes in the coat which describe a regal era from lineages. The artists also deals with delineate perspective and foreshorten drawing to produce artifice in extension of figure, of which most drawings are based on myth, moral tale and adage; it reveal the reverence for the beauty of the coat backcloth. Among some, pen is mightier than sword; prolific writers. They express tales that revolves our lineage through creative write-ups of our strong and varied ethnics in realm which can be develop by artiste into camera work. This people in general depict the beauty of arts in their different tribal knowhow that bring into line flora and fauna. The antique arts of folk reflects the changing society of today that is passes from generations through vitrine like we all called museum, galleries for showcase. This reminds me back then in school, we where asked to pay some fee as fare to visit the national museum. Although, I have never had such experience before apart from Mama tales. I felt great travelling together on tour with my mates which seems different from the regular classes we do but within me, I was only going to see the true image of Mama tales. On getting in, I was diverted with the platform I saw inside the museum; it is far beyond my imagination and before I knew it, I had walked down to the ancient artifacts attractively display to feel them one after the other; which tells countless words unexpressed, but little lesson from Mama came to light. As I enrol with the discovery, my teacher called our attention for the curator to walk us to the gallery and as we stroll, I cling to conversation with the curator which got me few lessons untold. In the gallery, various work was showcase for exhibition and sales. I saw different people apart from those of us that came from the same place; like the british man with two kids purchasing leather bag extracted from elephant skin and wooden colourful beads on glass table, a man well suited with briefcase viewing the crystal jewelry sparkling in the glass case and within I taught this man must be a businessman while some where moving towards different showcase glasses. Straightaway, most of my mates had walked down to view exhibited work and some who yearn to have gladly purchased while I was still observing. After several observation, words began to echo in my mind of the reveals of ethnic creation today which has gone beyond my thoughts as a result of arts. As so obvious, today embodies beauty of arts that incandescent the tribal world. Aside this museum, there is also library where historical documents are kept for apt research. It is this museum we found various books designated on the art platform. In the archive, we found connotations of historic work in the old volumes. The old library in the realm is one you won’t dare to visit alone; so scary. The archive is left untidy which had become a dwell for household pest; their chewing mouthpiece is always busy on books and on the inside, we battle with webs. Even nest of rats is found around, and mice show around the place day and night without any fear, sometimes climb our shoe during play. Nonetheless, the chic work design in their artistic lineage in turn attracts many people internationally into the homeland as it generates colossal income for the ethnic society at large. Back then, I asked Mark of likely benefit they enjoy as artist during my debriefing after his buffed tapestries design. With smile, he make mention of moment unforgotten which reminds him of the arts and culture festival we celebrated years ago. Imagine how groovy it would have been if you were a witness, he said. I gave him a side look because I have no idea of what it was. He continued, it was the biggest ever had; many nations and artificers (who brought their works from different nations for exhibition) visited to celebrate the festival. On this special day, our culture emphasized tribal attires and dance rather than dialogue which by means portray artistic work. Due to my aimless walking that day as I was trying to watch different ethnic display in their various stands; I got tired, he alleged. And right there I took the weight off my feet on the floor while the different tribal performance were on. In the vicinity I saw the Saxon, Anglo, Sino-Tibetan, Semitic, Angles families around; some held camera taking snapshot during performance, and some dress in fashioned regalia and few put on mask. People were smiling while some dancing and trying to mimic the footsteps during concert, even though they have little or no idea of what we rejoice; our heritage. While some trying to purchase one or two inventive work nearby. This very day was a memorable one for us. Just behind me, I saw a white lady who post before an artist -who had finish drawing her and has he picked his brush, I stood up to see how he will apply the check-shirt she wore. The end result was as expected, I saw a gleaming finish. Instantly, she came close and with a glance she said wow. She offer him money, far beyond the price but instead, he gave it as gift to her. I said, is that in appreciation of her beauty For the beautiful work well done; it expression is priceless, he replied. I began to imagine how beautiful I feel after great art work done in my studio. To some art is not a new thing, but when you do things exceptionally then you will feel inspired. In that way, you have reveal the undiscovered beauty of nature. In short, this day celebrated held historic moement with different tales with us. The day that make us beautifully addressed in the midst of nations, friends. The question I ask myself is what happened now, where is everything we were surrounded with; our inheritance. Today, It all feels like nothing ever existed. What tale do we all have for the next generation?. Nothing! what a filth. The shameful lore of powerful south angels, who visited us for malicious selves. But I don’t blame them, if not the rulers- who ought to shield and sacrifice their individual license to better preserve our liberty. With minds and senses, is it the south angels or our heads whose belly control their head for the love of fantasy. Aside this, have you forgoten we were sold serfs in exchage for gem; which make them treated us in a colour-blind fashion. I heard story of south angels visitation. People where amazed because they were happy to meet other existed alien. They were accommodated, fed and clothe; who visited with the aim of promoting their culture across lands. After they had settled, studied and intermingled with our debase ruler and chiefs; they reviewed mysteries of ages and in so doing reward with gem. Too materialistic; we got vanity for value! By this means penetrated the realm, its people and bequest. Who is to be blame?. Not only were we traded but also cast bronze plaque of lineage that shimmer like gold was looted to their museum and the old house of artifices were burnt. The question I keep asking myself is, what will they entrust this looted trait with?. No idea!. They are not to be blame either, if not the mud that flocks in the veins which ails us still. Frankly, some of the creative work was layout from perishable item and lack of proper preservation destroyed it but few still survived. Back then, the appointed curator have no keen eye for arts value and most take up the job for surviver without personal flair in the line which had caused a huge damage. Even though a part of us know the truth enough. In the present day, the hereditary guild among the loose tribal ties are gone and everywhere is cleared like nothing ever occur but I guess they have no doubt of the damage caused. We heard tales as in days of yore now and then which seems abstract to fresh ones. Although, some artful work survived that speaks little about those days. But today, most of this work no longer live on and people who know best about the line have departed but apprentice had to relocated to hamlet due to lack of vouch in realm. The forefront ought to enact duly carry out rubrics which will make clear to people about the lineage passed over but no metal focus is directed in the line. Have you forgotten our root and now, it seems like nothing to place fingers on. Where are we heading to?. These are questions we have not ask ourselves enough. There was a family holiday we had years back. My father booked the venice of gulf as choice during summer holiday. He said, guys we are visiting the semitic people and I began to wonder why he make such place as a choice among other states. Even thouht, I prefer a dwelling of sports. Without any objection to papa view, we all travelled. We landed at night but the gleaming beauty of this great people was still obvious. I could only notice little difference between day and night in this place as everywhere seems like the perfect Eden. I started revolving round on the spot; where I stood. I had a wet eyes which fills me with overwhelmingly happiness from within and right there I felt the incredible beauty of nature. I had spend most moment in the realm and hardly, fo I travel but today, I found myself on a special soil. I never thought the semitic people have such a state of the art on the existing planet. That very night, we moved to the housed booked from home through the internet before the journey. what I noticed about this people is that, everything had been intended and they achieved everything with pieces around them but today, we see a whole. I woke very early after suavely night on the water bed and had to prepare for the tour dad promised in the big city. I had momentous and striking days in the fort; is it the opulent slap-up meal I had in the sailboat-shaped hotel or the tour around palm islet. The opulent slap-up meal I had was in the sailboat-shaped hotel artificially designed in the ocean. The dinner was more or less like a presidential dinner; special treatment. Sincerely, the meal was not really what drive my attention but the luxury dinner-room which makes me feel like I was having my meal in a special place in the ocean. I saw whales, fishes and others swing their tails around; It was more than a meal. As the waitress brought banquest for dad, I called her attention and jokingly, I louden; where am I to her to which drive eyes around us. She said, sir you are welcome to Dubai; the venice of gulf and people smiles, even dad was not exempted. After, the wonderful meal in the special dinner. We then moved on a tour to the remarkable artificial islet ever fashioned in the world; the palm islet. What a world! All this portray their lineage which make the semitic people beautifully address among nations of the world. This people claim value for vanity, as they know the detriment to their lineage. From where I landed on getting home, I began to look around. Even though, there was not much around but I believed we had origin; our existence. Then, why have we not built on it. We are beautiful people and the only way the world can see that enough is through this value we reveal which we will be addressed by. But it is never too late to fine-tune the legacy of a new dawn for the next generation; to build our home in our own lineage way. All the abundant we desire will fall through this value and generations will be proud that sometthing had been left for them to lift on. I believe this is not what we can self achieve but in togetherness, we can all realize. I employ the forefront to put into execution this line through proper schedule of full exhibition of inventive within the realm. Also, character-building program for people who know little or nothing about their root. Not all, there is need for utilization of public spaces in setting up topnotch corporate galleries in the nation-states and in addition, promotion of extensive travelling for permanent collection of exhibition throughout the country; states, hamlet and etc. With all this in place, in no time all castle in the air will be made. Then, we will be proud of what we have become and the beauty of nature will be felt within our own world.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 00:19:16 +0000