She replies demurely when I ask who she is as she fumbles in front of the door. My neighbour who was once my lover, and whose heart I shattered in the moans of another. What happened to your sister? I ask, dread creeping upon me. Why have I only now asked the question? The sibling replies, staring at me with eyes with wise eyes.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

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It is one of those evenings when you feel bone-weary and dead tired. My fingers, heavy as a crane, could not even change the track on this my little gadget. Last week sunday, i was.

Pls Read, Comment and RT. She stole another glance at the men behind her as she hurried along Rhodes Avenue. She rationalized, as she ne.