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Afrika Redefined Indie Book Prize: A True Friend (Rehearsal for when I'll Address the World)


24th/August/2023

Of course, I must begin with an address. This as it is not every day yours truly gets to address an important gathering. Protocols observed, I equate the song I am about to perform to a true friend… the persona in the song who is there during hard times. Specifically to the occasion, I am addressing the self-published /indie authors in the same… it is a torturous journey, but with friends like Mystery Publishers and Nuria, it’s totally worth it.

1. Through life's valleys low
When you are feeling low
When you are about to slow
Yes, I'll always be about
To carry you high

I say be of good courage
And remember the old adage
Cause even when you are out
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you smile.

2. You feel like giving up
When you’ve hit a bump
That’s when you want to slump
Yes, I’ll always be about
To encourage you.

I say be of good courage
And remember the old adage
Cause even when you are out
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you smile.

3. Sometimes you want to die
When on the couch you lay
You want to say goodbye
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you live.

I say be of good courage
And remember the old adage
Cause even when you are out
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you smile.

4. A time to laugh, a time to cry
A time to rest, a time to try
A time to sell, a time to buy
Yes, I’ll always be about
To help you try.

I say be of good courage
And remember the old adage
Cause even when you are out
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you smile.

 

5. Family comes and goes
Friends come and go
Money too comes and goes
But I’ll always be about
To guide and guard you
On life’s torturous/treacherous journey.

I say be of good courage
And remember the old adage
Cause even when you are out
Yes, I’ll always be about
To make you smile.

6. You feel like giving up
When you’ve hit a bump
That’s when you want to slump
Yes, I’ll always be about
To encourage you.

(Meanwhile, get my short stories collection at: https://nuriakenya.com/product/a-funeral-dress-for-nyasuguta-by-mark-mwangi/)

 

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