Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water. — Michael Bassey Johnson
Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water. — Michael Bassey Johnson
Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water. — Michael Bassey Johnson
Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water. — Michael Bassey Johnson
Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water. — Michael Bassey Johnson
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Arts without a spiritual relative is like frying buns with water.

— Michael Bassey Johnson
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