It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
That o’er the green cornfield did pass
In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
These pretty country folks would lie
In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
How that a life was but a flower
In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
For love is crownèd with the prime,
In springtime, the only pretty ⌜ring⌝ time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.

An African skin mold from the sand of Africa👑A long story cleansed from the Calabash. Many stories to unfold to the younger generation.

Isatou Ceesay

The road to success

Did we ever think of how to reach our success?

We all have different dream to reach our success.

They call it passion, I call it stress and you call it enemy.

We need a Vison to reach our Mission,

It might be difficult and challenging:

Distraction and discouragement, Risks and bad influence

But in all that ignorance is the best way

for a great human to achieve great success

PEACE