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I saw her in the streets Messed up, torn in bits She smelled like piss Like a cat stuck in shitty pit Everyone passed by But none stopped by She was ruined all through Her life was headed for the rocks I couldn’t turn a blind eye So I picked her up Took her home Had her cleaned her up And gave her some clothes When she had taken a meal I set her on a bed to rest By her side, I took a kneel Waiting all hours during her rest Finally she woke up Beholding my smile as…

Time they say “…Heals a multitude of wounds” The illusion in this saying, I’m yet to grasp Its madness, superficial With no potency to salvage me From the hurt I embraced Nor the ensuing guilt I absorbed Three ugly years ago Silence was my best shot I never told a word I didn’t inform the police Nor divulge my dilemma to family and friends I was scared of being stigmatized And looked scornfully at I didn’t want blames to hit me as stones For I indeed went to James’ without compulsion So I never told a word ‘Cos the society…

Everyone who knows me well should have known that I’m a mad lover of kids. They are always lovely, innocent and beautiful until life begins to happen to them as they grow up. So I make every effort to savour their tenderness while it’s still there. I’ve got a bunch of them at home. Few days ago, two of them rushed into my room to disorganize and demolish everything there as usual. It’s their way of showing love to “uncle”…lol. Spanking and shouting at them will only make things worse for me. I crawled to one end of my bed…

A lot of persons have asked me repeatedly why I chose Engineering against something I’m more accustomed to, like Arts or specifically Literature. It was a tough decision, but that was the only viable option circumstances afforded me… I was 12 My age when I made the decision Three years before I was done with high school Life was pretty tough, not cool We’ve got no food, no fish in the pool I had five other siblings stuck in school Money was necessary else, they were doomed Mum hawked bananas and fruits In all neighboring streets and alleys She always…

It’s exactly 6:18pm as I write On Wednesday, August 8th, 2018 It’s no August occasion Nothing worthy of a champagne No clinking of glasses Yet I consider this moment special Quite stellar to a fault For strange thoughts dawned on me this day And illumination visited me For the first time in a quarter My mind perused through quarters uninhabited To bizarre territories I knew not This day, this moment I think of my Woman Crush Wednesday: My heat in the winter My strawberry in a French garden But sadly I know her not I haven’t searched enough I’m yet…

It is a beautiful morning Waking up with my lady in my arms Long night it was But my head is clear It’s past 8, I’m almost late Today is Sunday. I promised the church girl That I’d be in her church today I can hear the invitation card on the table Beckoning on me to attend. If I must make it, I need to prepare Convincing my love wasn’t difficult We’ve cleaned up and dressed up Beautiful dresses, perfect for Sunday I have my wallet loaded Three #500 notes More than enough for three offerings We’ll take a stroll…

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