Buzzing all around you,. Of mothers you saved but still had to die. With those children still inside them. No, the sun, for heaven does know loss. Gloomier than darkness when you ceased to shine. You stopped counting at 22. And when you rose,. Puss and blood trickling your thighs. You showed us how to be strong.

Cranial Cocktail of a pretty Cynic. I love you to pieces honey! May the blood not clot in thine deep veins until thine purpose on this crazy planet is fulfilled. My bestfriend makes the most delicious cakes. I have superior taste in cake judging. See, I even won an award.

Well, this is just all sorts of awks. That moment when you become a stranger in your own house, which you built with your sweat, blood and at the expense of your laptop keyboard, phone screen and twitter intergrity, is as depressing as waiting for Tonto Dikeh to make good music. Allow me to re-introduce myself.