Shameful as it is, I am forced to ask you how you like your apology done. Rare, medium or well-done? Because, where do I … View Post
I used to get offended when people would say that we people back home were stretching our legs in the sun, waiting for our … View Post
To say that I’m upset, will be an understatement. I am raging. Like this black bull my grandmother used to own when I … View Post
The commute to my father’s house was one of the longest I ever had to make after deciding that I could take no … View Post
I have felt useless before. Maybe even more useless than a white crayon pencil feels in the midst of other colorful ones. But the … View Post
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