Sipping from the chalice of sorrow. Filling her eyes with tears. Till they are twice as large. As she cries herself hoarse. She falls asleep finally,. In a pool of her tears. A daily nocturnal ritual with which. She mourns her shattered dreams. But day comes soon enough. And she learns to hold her pain. Once upon a time,.

I live on both sides of the fence. My grass is always green. Posted by SlevinCalevra under Educational. Eww, he is so short.

Geriatric; Over the hill. Bright Lights; Episode 3. Originally posted on Ayo Sogunro. So, again, I am a huge admirer of your intrepid work. But this is not to say I have not had some.

Musings of a happy Feminist by Abisola Agboluaje. A popular social media personality was entangled in a web of dilemma over the weekend. First, her husband of just over a year was reported to have impregnated his ex. Second, she was abused and chastised by several members of the public for being less of a woman and causing her husband to mess up. Interesting, you would agree. As painful as cheating may be an.

These, the Last Days of Our Lives. Welcome to our virtual home. I hope you have loads of fun. Is over, and we talked about it here with Akinwale Agbaje. These, the Last Days of Our Lives. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

And by the way, Everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. Nothing could ever dim from my memory the calmness of that cool afternoon. It was right after my second lesson when my Uncle Frank came to whisk me from boarding school. My teacher; Miss Okere called.

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