My Time Spend At The Original Red Pandora

Nothing taste so much better than a all you can eat Buffett At The Original Red Pandora.

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

Mr. Abel Ngala

Poem

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Mr. Ryan Ngala

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My brother is one of the coolest person,

That I consider him to become as my number one helper,

Who will always want to work hard,

And maybe one day he's going to go far.

And will always want to do better in school,

Not to stare into space,

Acting like a fool,

Unlike he use to.

My Mom will always pushed him,

To tried his very hardest to succeed,

As he always goes to class,

And be on time just to learn & read.

Whatever obstacle or path he choose,

At least he ain't got nothing else to lose,

At least we are the ones who's going to become far,

Because he shines just like the brightest star.

He is always so active,

And who always considers to play basketball,

With his school buddies,

But also decides to follow his own footsteps,

In any obstacle that he choose from now on.


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Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Her name is Ms. Wendy Ngala,
My favorite sister of the year,
Who's destine to become victorious,
In every area of New York City.

Who clears through the entrance,
Throughout the five boroughs in all of Harlem,
I'll always give her $5 or $10 dollars of my own money,
So she can go get herself something to eat.

Who I always put her to sleep,
In her favorite blanket,
Ms. Wendy the lovely or the most beautiful,
It's what my Mom will always called her to be,
At least that's who I even respect her even more.

Whenever it comes to her,
Helping me or even my brother Abel,
Washing my clothes every weekend at the Laundromat,
She will always comes and seek us for guidance,
In anyway that she likes.

Who is always so cranky,
But never yet so sloppy,
Who desires everything that she wants,
But at least she doesn't front.

Who has dreams to become a professional singer,
Who's always want to do better in school,
But she doesn't act like a fool,
And she will always be the best person that she's destine to become.

Who considers to be,
The best sister,
That I know her to become,
Who's destine for greatness,
In every obstacle that she takes,
To make a world a better place,
In her community for herself to live in.

This is myself reciting to her,
Sincerely Yours,
Your number One,
Big Brother,
Mr. Ryan Ngala.

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Ms. Florence Ngala (She Is...) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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She’s a lovable person,
That everyone will love to be around her even more,
She figure skates on the ice,
As a former figure skater.


As long as she likes with her skills and talents,
That took everyone by surprise,
She considers to become an excellent student,
With a brilliant mindset,
Even though she fails and makes mistakes.


She pushed herself and,
Tries her hardest to become,
The very best that she can be,
She can be so bossy sometimes,
But yet she always stays so classy.


With her stylish clothes and accessories,
She will always stay so fabulous,
And all so generous,
As her ambition and drive to succeed,
But instead she deserves to win.

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Big Brother Poem | Ryan Ngala

Big Brother Poem

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I’am Ryan Ngala,

A.k.a The Big Brother,

I got whatever It takes,

Even though I make mistakes.

I will not let that be a problem,

Cause God’s on my side,

And he will never leave me,

Till the day that I die.

I’m the oldest and I will still be victorious,

And not for someone who will tell me to do this or that,

Cause all of that junk Is a piece of garbage,

But my mom won't take that,

Not a woman of God.

She will not accept the people that talk negative about me,

She Instead rejects and rebukes it,

And it's nice to have someone who believes your the Big brother,

She will always stand right beside me,

And tell me that I am God's child and a Big Brother.

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If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

If You Ain't About Your Paper Poem

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Verse 1:


If you ain't about your paper,
Then honestly,
They ain't worth nothing to me,
These broke mother fuckers will be,
Begging us for a got damn quarter.


But they ain't,
All about the dollars,
At least I find that sh*t,
So annoying sometimes.


One man once,
Came and approach to me,
He asked me for,
A spare quarter.


But what will that be,
All worth for and why?,
So then I told him, 
"You know what Na".


At least he couldn't used his,
Fucking common sense,
Just to pick up,
Five bottles and go make it,
His got damn self.


But instead he choose, 
To have someone else,
Like me to do his dirty work,
For him,
And I'm like,
What The Fuck?.


So I went about my business,
But these broke mother fuckers,
Who I can see in my very own eyes,
Approach and asked me for some of my own money,
At least I find them to be so got damn funny.


Will always be hollering, screaming and stressing out,
And for what?,
But I don't want to draw any attention,
To none of these broke mother fuckers.


That I see outside on the streets,
Asking me for money,
When in reality they ain't worth nothing or my time to me,
Why do these broke mother fuckers,
Want some of what I've have, huh!!!


I grind and hustle so hard for the paper,
That I make all the time,
But if you ain't about your paper,
Then you broke jokers need to step aside,
No Lie. 

Verse 2:


If you ain’t about your paper,
Then don’t come to me,
With your hands,
Wide open begging me or us for a quarter.


Because we will be making,
Billions, Millions, Trillions Or Thousands of dollars a year,
While you broke mother fuckers yourself,
Don’t get nothing.


You ain’t even,
Worth nothing to me hoe,
Like Chris Breezy told me,
These hoes ain’t loyal to me.


At least the people who look broke,
Don’t even have the common sense,
To even make their own money,
By themselves,
By collecting bottles and cans.


But instead,
I’m making all of this bread,
By myself,
Without no one’s help.


But with someone to guide me,
It’s so funny to me,
That we don’t owe them,
Much of anything.

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If I Was The King Of The World Poem | Ryan Ngala & Wendy Ngala

If I Was The King Of The World Poem

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By
Mr. Ryan Ngala & Ms. Wendy Ngala 
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If I Was The King Of The World,
I would save it,
Let every voice be heard,
Without having to say a word.



Lift a finger and there was peace,
International from here,
To the middle east,
And whenever they say speak.


I don't say a peep,
Just listen to their concerns,
And wait for my turn,
To say it's okay,
And that God will make a way.



No matter what it takes,
I will make the world a better place,
That brings happiness and love,
Just like the one above.



I know you worry,
If someone like me,
Has the potential,
But don't judge a book by it's cover.



Cause under this blubber,
Is another,
Who is stronger and rings,
That he is a king.



So that we can all make a difference,
So that we can be air live on,
So many television stations,
Just to be inspired by young kids.



From Africa to America,
To New York or to Tokyo,
Wherever that I want to go,
Just to let you know,
If I was the king of the world.

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