Moja4m
@moja4m active 9 years, 1 month ago-
Mojalefa and
Pamela Nichols are now friends 7 years, 5 months ago
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Mojalefa and
Khethekile are now friends 9 years ago
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Mojalefa posted an update 9 years, 1 month ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Mojalefa posted an update 9 years, 1 month ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Mojalefa posted an update 9 years, 1 month ago
When I’m called being. I feel connected to universe song in shakers of breeze. Streams of choruses. Bassist play thunder as an instrument, melodies of summer rain. In heartbeats tempos precise and eloquent. Pureness rushing roaring as mountain spectator of high dinstiction. Baise not, unmoved by notes. Acknowledge oneness in the song. Whem clouds…[Read more]
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Mojalefa posted a new activity comment 9 years, 1 month ago
In reply to: Gopolang posted an update My heart argues with my mind and i’m left confussed still ViewHow do you plan to solve the challenge before you?
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Mojalefa commented on the post, Time as a boy 9 years, 1 month ago
In pureness we free.
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Mojalefa posted an update 9 years, 1 month ago
Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.
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Mojalefa posted an update 9 years, 1 month ago
Wow! Just a thought. Who we are? Apart from our bodies education names our possesion.
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Mojalefa wrote a new post, Time as a boy 9 years, 1 month ago
When I think about time, I see a painting of a young boy with torn shorts, dirty school shirt, cracked lips, muddy feet, waiting for his time to be loved in a green old car as his bed, waiting to be fed, his soul as pure as a diamond.
