Sunday, June 29, 2014

Mr. Abel Ngala Poem | Ryan Ngala

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Mr. Abel Ngala
Poem

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By 
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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Ms. Wendy Ngala Poem




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By 
Mr. 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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Saturday, June 21, 2014

Ms. Diana Cruz (Harlem Children's Zone's C.S.O's Former Staff Advisor) Poem | Ryan Ngala

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By   
Mr. Ryan Ngala
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This starts off with a good story,
With a former HCZ C.S.O staff advisor,
Who considers to become one of the best independent woman,
That I ever met.


Who doesn't consider not given up on each students dreams and goals,
In hopes to pursue a better future,
When she first laid eyes on me,
I knew that she wanted to help me.


Finding a good job and making good money,
For which I see her in my neighborhood,
So we start making a conversation,
Telling her where I was going.


I never consider meeting a woman,
Who was so kind and generous to me,
I asked here what her age was,
She said "I'm forty-three".


I met her in the office,
She saw my performance at the talent show,
That Ms. Angelique Figueroa video taped,
And shown to her on her iPhone.


She saw that I had an amazing voice,
When I started to sing,
"This Christmas" By Mary J. Blige,
So I started to sing it loud,
Even though I make her proud.


Telling her what I did today,
Giving me a big hug everyday,
Who appreciates everything that I've done for her,
And yes Ms. Diana Cruz,
You're the bomb diggity.