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Read How you can be motivated after a huge Failure

We all feel down after we have failed, that is a natural human response and is inevitable. Sometimes you need to fall to know how to stand back up. We humans need failure in our life, it makes us rethink, reconsider and find new ways and strategies to achieve our

My Love note to you for the month March – Pye Olayemi

Life is becoming so busy that we are not aware of the fact that how fast time is passing. At the beginning of the new year, we decided to set our priority straight, but history and events  disrupting news on our platform. Spyetv.com was created to meet your need for exclusive

POEM: Oh, Spirit of Love!-Blessing Michael

OH SPIRIT OF LOVE Oh, Spirit of Love! Why have you chosen to punish me this way? Why have you taken my love from me? Why have you smitten my beloved at war, And sent his piece to me? Tell me where you've taken my beloved So I may seek him For I have waited years, for my

POEM: IN NEED OF LOVE- Blessing Michael

IN NEED OF LOVE A young poet is in need of love A girl to be romantic and beautiful Sincere in need and words A maiden with a big heart Responding quick to her lover's impulse Admirable, humble and praising A gift of destiny to her lover A maiden who will neither age nor grow grey All

POEM: MY STRUGGLE – Blessing Michael

MY STRUGGLE I worked so hard to win this race I had held out my fingers in passion No platform for myself as an idol of the marketplace Waiting was never an habit or option I worked shy, doesn't matter what the sun said My body's thirst knew sweat and tears as wine I worked not to

MY STRUGGLE by Blessing Michael

MY STRUGGLE I worked so hard to win this race I had held out my fingers in passion No platform for myself as an idol of the marketplace Waiting was never an habit or option I worked shy, doesn't matter what the sun said My body's thirst knew sweat and tears as wine I worked not to

MELINA OF GREECE -Blessing Michael

Now reality becomes her own wet clay to make or mar Even beyond the dreams she lived by The mess and mass of storms which became her forte. Now she begs no freedom to embrace the red rose of her sky The ban on holiday songs have become Forgotten tablets, dead

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