My Sanity is in the passenger seat. Tunde stood up from his bed and walked towards the door of his room. The rumbles of the sky accompanied by flashes of lightning was getting intense with each passing moment. He picked up the bucket by the door of the room in anticipation of collecting water from the impending rainfall. The door creaked gently as it opened and he placed the empty bucket underneath the end of the roof. On March 9, 2017 in Short Story. Where was she going? Seun tried t.

If I Could Write Poems. Insert apologies for not posting for about a year and. So a few days ago, I finally wrote something unrelated to work for the first time in about a year. Warm, comfortable, soothing darkness. That hides the pain, tears and shame.

Hello brothers and sisters, my name is Lekz and welcome to my journey. What has been on my heart the past couple days? I let .

Home of Professional Editor, Ghostwriter and Aspiring SFF Author. I got abducted by aliens and got tangled up in an intergalactic love triangle.

I attended and it was an awesome time in the presence of God! Good music, all sorts of dance steps, a great time of worship! I had practically turned the bag inside out when I remembered I forgot it at work! That for me is the definition of love! For God so loved the .

An escape from Medical School! Be Daring, Be Different, Be Impractical. Be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safes, the creatures of the common place and the slaves of the ordinary. We cannot load blog data at this time. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

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