In tribute to Kenneth Ossa Stephenson. A father and friend gone too soon. Taken from us in pain but left a mark of grace. For as long as there is still breath in my lungs and blood in my veins, he still lives on.
In tribute to Kenneth Ossa Stephenson. A father and friend gone too soon. Taken from us in pain but left a mark of grace. For as long as there is still breath in my lungs and blood in my veins, he still lives on.
In the ocean of need, Jean was helpless. She was drowning, already losing her hope to survive. Little did she know, a beacon of light named Wayne emerged to guide her. Wayne, a man burdened by his ow...