You call it Ego, I call it Pride You call it Nagging, I call it Persistent You call it Dependent, I call it Habit You call it Needy, I call it Impulse You call it Weakness, I call it Compassion You call it Vulnerable, I call it Emotion You call it Naive, I call it… Continue reading 2-Sides to a Coin
Imagine if there was an object that could capture time, Imagine if time could be captured on a wall, a wood or even a piece of paper, Imagine if time could be looked at for all eternity, to serve as a reminder, reminding us of memories shared (eg. Happiness, hurt, love, heartbreak etc), and moments… Continue reading Photograph
"Lately, when I am not thinking about writing a new story about my life, a new fictional story, an inspiration quote, a peom or completing a WordPress daily challenge. I am am doing this" ⬇⬇⬇⬇⬇ After a days long nap on a typical day, exhausting all my daily routines and draining the batteries on my… Continue reading Too Depressed to Write (Behind the Scenes)
There was a time, black lifes were sold in slavery to the highest bidder, There came a time, black people were regarded as people not commodity and were allowed to live amongst the white community, Now, we have black people everywhere and at the frontier of technological and health advancements. But, isn't it an irony… Continue reading Black Life
Characters in the Play Tinu: Main Character Jimmy: Tinu’s Present Tobi: Tinu's Ex Bam: Tinu's Best Friend Tiwa & Femi: Tinu and Jimmy's Children Tobi's Cute Baby Boy Tobi's Wife The Ultrasound Doctor Theme song: Dice Ailes - Ella ...Years Later Jimmy's POV Tinu and I got married, Tinu's pregnancy grew into a beautiful baby girl,… Continue reading Tobi, Jimmy & I (From Caterpillar to a Butterfly)
I sang to her it will rain by Bruno Mars every night, to remind her how much she would hurt me, if she ever left me. But as you would guess! that didn't stop her from leaving me. So, why don't we all seat back and relax, as I take us through the journey of how… Continue reading Finding Myself S01E12
He creeps ever so swiftly into the home of his victims at night with only one intent, to murder his victims by bashing into the skull of his victims (children and parents) with something in resemblance to a mortar or something about the same size, shape and weight, he then wipes off the blood of… Continue reading A Menace called Badoo!