The Wisest Child in the World Said..

"I want to be God when I grow up," she explained at her audition. "He helps us."
said 5 years old Diani Ferguson in a recent Fashion Show in New York City

Remember what Jesus Christ said:

"Do you hear," they asked Him, "what these children are saying?" "Yes," He replied; "have you never read, 'Out of the mouths of infants and of babes at the breast Thou hast brought forth the praise which is due'?" (WEY)

I hope you will be wise enough to understand what a 5 year old American child said?

Do You Understand What is the Inner Soul?

Yes, do you understand what is the "Inner Soul"?
Because, if you don't know or understand what it is, you will not be able to appreciate the concept of the design of the classic "Inner Soul" series of Tee Shirts and other gears of apparel I have created.

The text on the black logo is the following quote:

“Enlighten the people, generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like spirits at the dawn of day.”
~ Thomas Jefferson

I don't need to compose a poem on it to create the mystique to make it unique. The educated and well enlightened would be able to understand the whole essence of our existence as conceptualized in the logo of the T-Shirt on the various wears. Because, our physical body is actually a dress or an apparel for our inner soul.

Please, read Today's Verse:

Let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price.
~ 1st Peter 3:4 / KJV

Kisses & Roses Presents The Classic "Inner Soul" Tee Shirt Series

I am presenting to the world my exclusive and original "Inner Soul" Classic Tee Shirt Series. The quality of the fabric is of the best grade and as Bishop Ajayi Crowther said, "Only the best is good enough for us." So, don't settle for less. I am very proud of my creations and I want you to compare them with the best you have ever bought or seen anywhere.

All Apparels: Classic Tee Shirts, Men Fit,Baseball Tee Man Long Sleeves, Super Premium Tee Shirts, Ringer Tee (white), Ringer Tee(colors), Hooded Sweatshirt, Sweatshirt Long Sleeves

There are Women Fit V Neck (white), Women Fit V Neck (colors), Baseball Tee 3/4 Sleeves, Tank Top, Tank Top Black and Spaghetti Top and more

There are also traveling bags and caps. And guess what? For the Valentine, I am giving Free Shipping to those in the US!

I have over 100 different original designs in my First Class Kisses & Roses Gifts Shop

I Love 巩俐, But My Memoirs of a Geisha Is Different From Yours

Gong Li鞏俐 will be 41 before the New Year 2007. And she is still hot and sexy.
But, as much as I love her for her extraordinary acting skills and enchanting beauty like my Malaysian Muse Kye Lee Koi or my highly gifted fellow poet and digital artist Rashmin Kayala who has designed the Invitation Card for the special Valentine Weekend for the public presentation of my book "The Language of True Love" on Saturday February 11, 2006 here on Bonny Island in Nigeria, my memories of Geisha are totally different from the "Memoirs of a Geisha".

Nobody can even guess what Geisha reminds me of. But most people who were in boarding schools and campuses in Nigeria in the 70s and 80s know what Geisha means to students in those days.

My dear Gong Li does not even know how much we loved to eat Geisha and loaves of bread with baked beans.

The tins of Geisha fish could even be used to lay a hungry pretty babe on campus.
Just make steaming stew with only a tin of Geisha and serve her with baked beans and a chilled bottle of Coca-Cola and she would be yours 24/7.

Pretty Pretty Girls All Around Me

I see them here and there
I see them everywhere
I see them every day by day
I see them all the way
I see them wherever I may be.

Pretty pretty girls all around me.

So many beautiful faces
In so many different places
Full of smiles and laughs
They tickle my fancy
And they make me feel so happy.

Pretty pretty girls all around me.

N.B:
When I was in high school, I was famous for my pretty girls. I was often seen in the regular company of six pretty girls from two nearby high schools. These pretty high school girls were my regular companions. There was an election in our drama society and I won, because almost all the girls voted for me and only four boys voted for me.And till date, I am still well known for my company of pretty college girls who are mostly models and other beautiful women.
Pretty girls make my day. I love them without apologies or regrets.

Little Girl Lost

Girls of Tender Age: A Memoir
by Mary-ann Tirone Smith
Little Girl Lost
A Review by Reeve Lindbergh

Mary-Ann Tirone Smith, the author of eight novels, has written a memoir that is at once entertaining and troubling. She alternates her own experiences as a child growing up in 1950s Hartford, Conn., with chapters on Robert Nelson Malm, who was tried and executed for the rape and murder of one of her fifth-grade classmates.
The memoir chapters are matter-of-fact, often very funny and warmly intimate. But the Malm narrative is impersonal, a stark and detailed recitation of fact. To go from one style to the other can be disconcerting, but constructing a divided narrative may have been the only way the writer could bring herself to tell this tale. Smith grew up in a socioeconomic class described by her father as "Working Stiffs." She had French and Italian immigrant grandparents and was raised in what today surely would be called a dysfunctional nuclear family, though in the 1950s such terms did not exist. When the author's mother yanked on her daughter's arm so hard that the humerus broke, there was no talk of abuse, just the whispered comment, "Florence is on the verge of a nervous breakdown ."

Her gentle father worked at a ball-bearing factory and dedicated his life to the care of his son, Smith's brother Tyler, who was labeled retarded or crazy throughout his youth, despite a phenomenal memory for World War II military history. (Years later, Smith learned that Tyler was an autistic savant.) The family members went "half-mad" accommodating his aversion to noise. No school friends were permitted to visit the home, and everyone in the family refrained from laughing, crying or even responding to pain out loud.

Most children take their family circumstances for granted, whatever those circumstances are: in this case, a brother who bites his wrist bloody if he hears loud sounds, a mother who was fired from her first job because she got married, a grandmother who died having her 12th baby because the priest said birth control was "a filthy, disgusting practice and a mortal sin besides." All of these difficulties can be folded into a child's accepted version of normal family life, at least until she comes of age and learns otherwise.

Murder is different, especially the murder of a shy 11-year-old friend, who shared her jump rope in the school yard and ate leftover golabkis for breakfast. The brutal killing of Irene Fiederowicz crashed through the author's neighborhood and childhood like a brick through a window, leaving shattered lives and silence.

"GIRL, 11, STRANGLED WITH HER OWN SCARF," screamed the headlines in the Hartford Times on the day the crime was discovered, but Smith's fifth-grade teacher instructed her class, "There will be no speaking of Irene." Talk was forbidden, newspapers were kept from children, the victim's desk was removed from its row in the classroom, and the other desks were rearranged, as if Irene had never existed at all.

"Irene was killed twice," Smith writes, "murdered by a horrific man, and then erased by the era that was the fifties -- all who needed to talk about her silenced." As an adult -- first in a psychology class in college, then in an article for the Hartford Courant, now in this memoir -- Smith has resurrected the crime that seared her childhood, and Irene has emerged again. The author exposes every fact in obsessive detail, from the square knot used to secure Irene's scarf around her neck to the graphic eyewitness accounts of Malm's death by electrocution.

Smith claims that in writing this book she hoped to "build a memorial to Irene." In fact, she has built a memorial to her brother, to her childhood and to the truth. With intelligence, disarming humor and deep affection for the families and the neighborhoods of the 1950s, Girls of Tender Age speaks eloquently on behalf of children and confronts the crippling silences that damage us in any era.

Venus On My Bed in the Paradise of Lake Naivasha

Venus descended on the Lake
When nobody was awake
She came with her enchanted flock
She came in the golden plumes of her silken frock.
Venus came to rouse me from my slumber
Venus whispered into my right ear.
Venus said she had come to be my lover.
So, I led her to my father and mother
I led her to the Paradise of Lake Naivasha
Lake Naivasha in the Eden of Kenya.

May I invite you to check out my classic "Venus on my Bed" T-Shirts, Face-Caps and Travelling Bags inspired by classical Art, my classic "Eiffel Tower Rose" T-Shirts and the most classic of them all The Naivasha Kenya Safari T-Shirts, Face-Caps and Travelling Bags.

I advise you to buy them now before Harrods and the other major stores take over the sales. Your patronage will be highly appreciated.