tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89222974198642733402011-07-31T01:40:05.108-07:00lawrence hobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17029292050040107802noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922297419864273340.post-3357084961287480712009-09-30T12:47:00.000-07:002009-09-30T12:47:31.252-07:00<a href="http://buddingwriterassociation.blogspot.com/2009/09/bwaz-blogazine-issue-no-17.html">THE BUDDING WRITERS ASSOCIATION OF ZIMBABWE: BWAZ Blogazine, Issue No 17</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922297419864273340-335708496128748071?l=iceloloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lawrence hobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17029292050040107802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922297419864273340.post-50947794349943147092009-08-15T05:14:00.000-07:002009-08-15T05:16:17.514-07:00Jesus came that you may have life and have it more abundantly.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922297419864273340-5094779434994314709?l=iceloloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lawrence hobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17029292050040107802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922297419864273340.post-79993292573589288892008-10-01T05:50:00.000-07:002008-10-01T05:53:53.101-07:00Farewell<br />To our destiny <br />Which we have again surrendered<br />To bitter old men<br />Holding hands <br />With rehearsed camera smiles<br />Promising us unity<br />They once shattered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922297419864273340-7999329257358928889?l=iceloloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lawrence hobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17029292050040107802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8922297419864273340.post-36040714186821295202008-09-25T08:57:00.000-07:002008-09-25T09:13:50.710-07:00Welcome to lawrence hoba's new blog.<br /><br />And to samples of my literary pieces.<br /><br />WIDOW<br />She learnt to love again<br />Before in his grave<br />His body had learnt corruption<br /><br />Still she swore he was her best love<br />And on his grave wept herself stiff<br />On her second wedding's eve<br /><br />lawrence<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8922297419864273340-3604071418682129520?l=iceloloe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lawrence hobahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17029292050040107802noreply@blogger.com0