I’m indeed bereaved to house this woman in my soul and clothe her in my unanimous body. Grits of pain and misconceptions.
I have a room filled with surprises and ugly monopolies. Another, with truths I’d never tell and lies I’ll take till I’m two days away from my death day.
As I write this post I laugh at myself. It is really so funny. I have created more than 80 posts on this website!
This space I created for rants, batter and all things chaos, has evolved into a creative platform. A space where writers can come to as a resource and encouragement, my personal online portfolio, the origin of a wonderful community.
Growing is an essential aspect of our lives and as a writer, if you want to keep writing you need to move on to greater heights of development and learning. How can you do that?
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was born to a middle-class Igbo family in Enugu. She discovered her gift, drove it with passion till she possessed an opulence in vocabulary that has made her a merchant in her own field.
Hey guys! So I’ve been writing an Chapbook. Called Indigo girl. And there is this particular poem; decomposed. I’d love if you could read it and tell me how you feel about it. You can drop something kind in the comments section.
Tribesmen, in the midst of the current world pandemic. Please find peace and rest with God. Also keep an healthy lifestyle, practice social distancing, stay away from crowded places and most importantly report any symptoms of the Covid-19 to the appropriate authority. I love you. Tvo 💙 Hello Family, I’m glad to have the Amazing …
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