I used to know a man down my street. His name was Inu Akale popularly…
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No truer words were ever spoken than that of a lover who climaxes and still…
I do not know where to start my story. I cannot pinpoint exactly where my…
With each passing sunrise, I wish my mum was here to help me get through…
The capital city on the west coast of Africa was bathed in glorious sunshine that…
I stared into the large, vertical wooden mirror, shifting my weight occasionally to ascertain the…
One thing you should always remember as a cloud jumper is: never fall asleep on…
I opened my eyes and had no idea where I was. “Where am I ?”…
There have been multiple times when I’ve told myself, that I was putting myself way…
“And I have found surrealism to be the one door to self-transcendence”. – Omodero…