MY LITTLE BROTHER MADE SAUSAGE ROLLS AND OTHER SHORT STORIES. I told him the measurement to use, to sprinkle salt on the flour, mix with the margarine and add water. Had a hand in baking too. It fascinated me but not enough to still my fingers from snatching some more rolls.

Musings, mutterings and prayers of the chronically undefineable. Should the Lord give you the good gift of a husband or wife, and I hope He does, there are a few things I want you to know. Things that you may not hear from anyone else, and certainly not on TV or other media. Sadly, your church may not even tell you.

Anatomy of a move back home. In the Beginning, God Created Nigeria. Through the Eyes of a Child. I appreciate your stopping by. I am Not Looking For Love, I am Going to Work. Six Degrees of Separation and Other Stories. Take lemons and make life! When somethi.

The things I see and imagine. A childhood of reading abridged version of classics planted a desire for the written word in me. I hope to inflict that desire on other people someday and this is a step on the journey. You can start with this list of my writing. Scattered on the web, read about me. You can also start with my most recent posts.

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One chance to Shine Bright. Emily, the writer of the blog Fearfully and Wonderfully Me, nominated our blog for the Infinity Dreams Award! How fun is this! BTW guys, Fearfully and Wonderfully Me is a fantastic. To check it out, click. Thank and link to the blogger that tagged you. Nominate 11 bloggers and ask 11 questions.

STYLE TUESDAY WITH MAZZI TALKS. TEARS LOST IN THE RAIN. THE ONE I ALMOST LOST. Although the review carefully brought out the misconception of the book it seemed to base its judgement mainly on the weaknesses of the book and the strength of the book is greatly underplayed. The book portrays the basic element of journalism as it is entailed in .

Poetry, and sometimes just a wandering mind. Unaware of the spaces untouched. He talks in his soul-ful way. Beards bristling in the silence. Which always holds the birds afloat. Everyone sure looks at you with a new set of expectant eyes. English, August An Indian Story.

The world is too small for M. E not to leave a mark. Follow Subtle Royalty on WordPress. We Should All Be Humanists. The last time I started like this I had decided I could not go on being an angry feminist.

Perks of the Inconsiderate Friend Zone. I wanna see you and not feel shy. For I bared it all, right there before your eyes. That one you loathe so much. To the end of the world I went, just to put a smile on your face and that feel that is satisfaction; to my heart. I never held your hand, not once, never was embraced but for that one side hug. One that faded before it was received.