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Category: Poetic life

Hijacked from the Innocence Tree. 

It was a cloudy Friday evening, Daddy and mommy left in the morning for something urgent in the village and they will be staying for the weekend, so it’s just me and Aunty Nkechi, I just got home from school. I was so hungry (I didn’t…

When Love Begets a Fool

Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching. – Gabriel García Márquez Helloo. Welcome back to my blog * In my YouTube voice* ? So, some days ago, I found one…