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.

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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.

Exactly that, things that grind my gears. I rant and I rave. The world has been good to me lately. Or maybe to you because NONE of you have pissed me off enough to drag me here.

Sharing my world one tale at a time. Bags packed, heading out the door. Should I, can I, may I? Tis the adventure of a lifetime. Bright lights beckon me, warm lights bid me adieu. Spending my last night under the stars. Knowing I will soon be one. Basking in the hustle and bustle. Barely noticed, just another stranger clogging up the road. Daily, like a snake shedding skin, so the allure comes off. Revealing a grimy, seedy underbelly. My precious dreams, lost to me.

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.

No? Where to even begin? 8216;DEATH TO ALL GHANAIANS! 8216;Do I really blame the Ghanaians? Now it is Nigerians th.

Hope you are a doing well. The us that never happened. I know you must be beating yourself up;. I remember how you always said I was the last person you should have fallen for. But I wanted you and I came for you, you gave in, against your better judgment. This is not how I wanted it to end. I never wanted it to end. I thought I had met what I had always been looking for. But soon enough I saw the cracks,. That was my breaking point.

Get me outta here! In the search for who I am, I have become who I am not. What would the people think? Oh God. I just lost a child. God, please, I just want my husband back.