Few hours to 2017πŸ™ŒπŸ™ŒπŸ™ŒπŸ™ŒπŸ™ŒπŸ™Œ but seriously it doesn't feel like itπŸ˜•πŸ˜•πŸ˜•πŸ˜• ....ohhh well!, we happy all the same😁😁 right FAM! I honestly just want to say a big thank πŸ™‡πŸ™‡πŸ™ŒπŸ™Œyou, I am truly grateful for your support..whether you just observed...or commented or liked or even followed me.... I'm truly grateful FAM!... God bless you real…


My Own, My Home

Never ever thought of writing poems before,and truth be told I have no idea how it works, the structure, rules and regulations. Lying on my bed, listening to my song playlist and thinking about my past choices, relationships etc Β  A short poem comes around and as a blogger addict, I couldn't help but write…


"I don't mind taking up the role of cooking, I Β love to cook and it's my way of relaxing after a hard day's job". The above was a rare answer given to me during my Q&A with some random guys about marriage, expectations, marital roles etc. Let's not get carried away, wha ah gwan fam!…


Stolen!, loved it so am sharing it


I have been in a relationship
One with parasitic benefits
I thought it was the best there ever was
It wasn’t just what I thought it was
Maybe an illusion perceived
A feeling desired Just to satisfy self and repatriate others
My soul has been eaten up
Like the eroded spherical ball surface
And am left with the little the winds left behind
Pieces of a broken heart
Searched for a hand to mend
I found the love of my life that truly cared
I said yes
He stepped forward and embraced
My filthiness tried to steal this moment
He took me by the hand, walking me to the alter
As we approached all I felt was a transformation
The garment of filth, ugliness and damnation turned to cleanliness, beauty and redemption
He made me his bride and put a crown on my head
Took me into his city of…

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