The body has time and space
The soul knows neither

You have a soul, you are bound
You are a soul, you are boundless

Lifespan is the sky of the body
Eternity is the realm of the soul

The petty man rents his body and sells his soul.
The petty woman sells her body and hides her soul

She is afraid of death
She is scared of unknown places
She is restless.
Her words are plenty to hide her torments

She needs to win now
She needs to have now
She needs to be right
She needs to be in control

She asks for security from the world
She sees enemies everywhere
She craves certainty
She craves possessions
She craves lust

Instant gratification is her Paradise
In horde she feels alive
Irresponsible she prefers life
Infatuations rhyme her imagination

She can’t stop the animal in her
She gives in whatever the animal wishes

Reason, the mask to hide her emptiness
Love, a game where she has to win, or leave
Mystery, a territory she visits on sad days
Prayer, an opportunity to gain something
Gratitude, the only time a light gets into her soul

The petty man can’t see beyond the day
The petty man can’t see beyond the month
A lifespan is the limit of his plans
Eternity is a hope placed in Gods

The pretty man is a soul and has a body
The pretty woman is a soul and has a body

She is not afraid of death
She is is not scared of unknown people
She takes times to adorn her body
She gives birth to kings and queens
She has few words which heals instantly
She walks the streets with godly pride
She cares less of what you think of her

She is a Queens
She has an empire to rule
She builds for eternity
She nurtures for generations

She asks for protection
Her king sends out ambassadors

He whispers miraculous words
He has the best nurses
He has the best teachers
He has the best farmers
He has the best warriors

He sees beyond the day
He sees beyond the years
He sees beyond his reign
He sees beyond the century
He sees beyond millenniums
He sees beyond his small territory

He is calm beyond comfort
He needs to win no argument
He needs to prove himself, never

His only possession is a garden of words
Where he grows miraculous words
Which heal souls
Spread compassion
Empower the young and the old
Bring laughter and endless entertainment

He is a friend of souls
The queendom is beautiful
The kingdom is wealthy


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About Mawuna KOUTONIN

Mawuna Koutonin is a world peace activist who relentlessly works to empower people to express their full potential and pursue their dreams, regardless of their background. He is the Editior of, Founder of, and Social activist for Africa Renaissance. Koutonin’s ultimate dream is to open a world-class human potential development school in Africa in 2017. If you are interested in learning more about this venture or Koutonin’s other projects, you can reach him directly by emailing at

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