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.

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.

More than just a Blog, All you ever wanted and more. A Short Letter to Robin Van Persie. You brought Harmony, Peace and Respect to the squad on and off the pitch. Many people have criticized us for lacking Ambition, That I might not disput.

Those words stayed engraved in my mind as I watched her walk away. Maybe it was for the gentle, angelic, near-sonorous voice with which she had said them.

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.

I developed the passion to write when I was just a kid. I started out as a reader. And boy, did I read! Novels, plays, poems, whatever had ink on it. I even went as far as reading dictionaries when I got bored. To finally end my stor.

Of houseboys , madams and cups. He brought out his phallus and took a deep breath. He was not in the mood but he had to , this was his only chance . Everything was perfect and would be easier with the picture , her picture. Vincent , is the rice done? Madam entered with her shoes in hand. You no go chop? I don full,na only your own I cook ,. Vincent remembered the exact words of his friend.

I have taken the liberty to interview some of my friends to learn their camping experience; I have also scouted blogs, dairies, journals and other archives in, a bid to get as much info as possible about the three weeks of camp.

LOVE LETTER TO A STRANGER 4. Read this and find out. Scatty Poet must love superheroes. The sound of rain beating against the roof.