RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

BROKEN PIECES There was a time  A very long time ago I told myself So many things So many NEVERS... I will never do this No, I can never do that Can someone tell me how? How did I find myself here? I am breaking my own rules I’m breaking my own heart He came at night My knight in shining armour I told myself He is the one He’ll treasure my brokenness So I gave it all After all, it was not much Maybe you can tell me how How did I find myself here? He broke my virginity and sanity And I bore it with an inward scream He had come with his own agenda As my knight, his armor so bright I was his conquest Yet after his plunder I was left without shine He scoffed and sneered Then turned his back on me. I’m sure you have the answer How did I find myself here? Broken and battered Even more broken than before Rony Brown

To me this is the basis of investment. Many have put money in the bank and have watched the money grow to the extent that they could build businesses (Say a hostel/hotel business) and retire on the monthly or yearly cash that they get from those businesses. It may have taken a day for them to put that  money in the bank. It may have been painful to do that. Maybe they could have bought a car with it or planned for an elaborate wedding. Instead they put the money (seed) somewhere(dirt), it matured(grew), and started to pay off (bear fruits). You sow a good seed you reap good fruits. You sow a bad seed you reap bad fruits. That habit of laziness you are sowing in your youthful days can reap fruits of poverty for you in days to come. Note that hardwork is not always physical exertion. Mental exertion is very important in bearing fruits. What do you have to sow? What do you have to bury in the ground and see it die a painful and sometimes slow death only to burst forth from the

I could just leave this there and not say anything more but I am a talker so allow me... There is someone in your life who is in there because she/he(referred as she from henceforth) finds you intriguing. She is curious about you and wants to know more. She is dedicated and will call you everyday to talk to you just to try and figure you out. She cares or so you think. She comes across like a true friend but once she gets to find out you are not all that, the magic just shrivels and dies. But you thought she was a friend. No, she wasn't. Because she wants to have a taste of your magic, queerness and uniqueness, she will do all she can; call you, text you, be there for you... But when she realises that like every other human being, you have your imperfections, you are no longer attractive. She thinks, "Is that all there is to him?", just because she came with her own expectations. She expected a certain depth and you ended up being too shallow for her. Do

“Alfie! Alfie!! Alfie!!!” She rushed downstairs so excitedly that her breasts flapped up and down. It was worsened by the fact that she forgot to put on a brazzier. “Did you see what she put on the group page?” She knocked excitedly on his door. The lock turned twice slowly. “Bee, why are you so excited this early morning” He rubbed his eyes when he finally opened the door. She hugged him as was usually their custom. “You stink. Take a shower.” She wrinkled her nose at him. “Yea, your hair also stinks. Take it down.” He dared her with his eyes. Being a head taller than his bestfriend, he always had to bear the brunt of her smelly hair. “I just fixed this one week ago, bruh. Suck it up.” Her eyes were scathing then they suddenly lighted up as they always did when she had something interesting to say, "Have you seen what she put on the bro’s and those page?" His lips cocked up slightly. The name of that page always made him perk up a little. He had come up wi

Those who are avid readers of my blog would know of my series, the Face of a Sleeping King. Yes, I finally finished it! It took a year to finish abi? There were some serious upgrade, name changes and character development in this book. I really take you to the background and into the minds of these folks! I have incorporated the Ashanti history to tell a vivid story of a tragic love affair between Nana Tutu and Princess Yaba. The book will be made available soon but I want to give it out for free to ten people who share the hell out of this. 😄 You can send proof to my page on Facebook for your copy. I hope you enjoy reading the Face of a Sleeping King. Genre: Historical Fiction Page count: 120 Word count: 25,692

This is a new banger from BDRZ records and it is also from the artiste Kwaw Lyricx. Kwaw Lyricx is saying JOB NO DEY! Do you agree with him? 'Cos after all this struggle to pass through this educational system, not being able to get a job can be quite stressful. He said a lot. But I have this to add. If you are going to wait for the government to get you a job, then you might be staying unemployed for a long while. Start taking that course you did in entrepreneurship seriously. Because if there is no JOB, you can create jobs! Find your talent, hone it and start cashing in on it. And that is one thing I like about this artiste. Track after track, I see growth after growth. Don't wait till he explodes before you support him. We have to join him on his journey and help make him a better artiste. He is also from Taadi so you know right? Taadi y3 w) adze a oye! You can get to listen to the track  here . Make sure to follow him on twitter he re . And this  wil