Life tosses some obstacles along your way and one is expected to count on experiences and learn lessons. Later that night, she could barely look at their faces as they had dinner. It was even worse w.

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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.

There I was thinking 2012 was my year not knowing what was coming in 2013. 2013 was good to me and was definitely my year. My 2013 started on a pretty high note, I got back from Christmas holidays in S. A, gained 5kg which I lost while preparing for the barrage of incourses that lay ahead.

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.

Conversations between a not so typical Nigerian husband and his wife. Please excuse my Tyler Perry-esque title. I just wanted to get straight to the point about why I wrote this. My first clue should have been the text messages. Earlier in our marriage, Naijawife could send me up to 30 messages a day. Even Lovers Need a Holiday.

Rubbing her hands, she wondered if Scott may have a change of heart and come back for her. She was already contemplating the long walk when she saw approaching headlights. She waved frantically, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the vehicle slowed down. She recognised Arthur Hansen, who had always made her uncomfortable as a little child. Why are you out by this time? Are you all by yourself? Hop on.

I would tell you a fearful tale as is traditional of this time but the night is cold, the jars of ale have run dry, I am taken with boredom and my mind wanders to memories of things bygone. Permit me then, to tell you a different kind of story, one based on both truth and legend and born of the evil that lives in the hearts of men. He was seized bodily, beaten violently and dragged to the .