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.

Betty is an amazing writer. Her focus and speed as a writer are incredible. You can find her work on Afrosays. No, I put myself out there. I worked my goods well. I strutted and sashayed and worked that thing! But it kept on nagging.

A time for every purpose under Heaven,. A time to be born, and a time to die,. A time to plant, and a time to pluck that which was planted. A time to tear, and a time to sew,. A time to keep silence, and a time to speak. The date was October 3rd 2003. That was all I remembered. Everything written from this point is as I was told.

Just where i can express all those thoughts, pressing needs n what-nots. hope you ll have a nice time here XoXo. Thursday, January 10, 2013. Because I want to and because I can. my Mum is kinda in a hurry.

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.

Been a minute since I put up any kinda post on my blog. Holds on Friday the 27th of September, 2013 at the Grand Ballroom of the Lagos Oriental Hotel, Victoria Island. Please share with family, fr.

Stories, stories and more stories. They dance around coquettishly,. I do not own them. I cannot catch them,. And pin them to paper. 8221; She wished that she could also apologize for cheating with his friend. But it was so long ago, and he would only tell her that she was forgiven.