Is Love a prison that encloses, bottles and locks you up? Does it bubbles up within you, feeling like butterflies?
Remember that long holiday that you were so happy about and it suddenly became too long and boring, you had to start praying for resumption?
He left her with a promise, does he fulfil it?
A child writes to his Father.
Happy Independence Nigeria!
What can words do?
A life in chains, born not as a slave but turned into one
Words are like bees Buzzing In the head of a writer
The smile of my miss, that lights my day Her charms, her kiss, drives pain away
It wasn't our norm to loosen ends but you drained our purse your latest trends condemning our fate to trifling hands