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For the digger I am not so good with group chats. Actually most of the groups an in on social media are muted for a year. I hate waking up to one thousand texts of a conversation i can't make head or tail of. But there is one particular group that i still scroll chatsThe participants always have something to discuss daily. The group is about sex awareness in university. On this particular day, someone came up with a topic on men and investment on relationships. I was irritated. Typically i am nothing close to a love phycatrist or a sex therapist. But i believe in being sober and making rational decisions at all times. The society at present has equalized everything to money. I am of the school of thought that believe and advocate that, money is not the root cause of all problems, but lack of money is! Think about it. If i have something of my own and you have your own, we share, but if i don't, i drain you real quick.It is the same thing with happiness. Somber moods are c...

I am doing well, am doing great. I got a headache and a cold, but what is this life without you, forgive my manners I even forgot to say hi. I remember the sacred stone, that's where it all began right. Damn, i could take that and put it beside my bed. Look at it every time I wake up.  Am the victim in all this you know. The one on the receiving end. I miss you so much and would like to spend every passing moment of the time with you. But guess that will have to wait.  Am leaving. Am going to. Write down my future. It could as well be our future. Always in my mind and heart m As we sing Helo  Receive my message in the bottle.

There are days i feel like one day its all going to fade away, The other girls will come back, New ones will be  met Beautiful faces will stream forth, And straight into his heart That time my face is going to be so obvious My words. ... My poetry so predictable My smile turned from sweet to normal My make over ideas runs out That time i will just be a normal girl he's used to The girl he once adored But i will know i had a chance to love him to the core That moment I was with someone else That moment i kissed someone else With no other thing I know i would have made someone's life glitter Even if it was just for weeks months or just a few years I was an an important part of their life And that alone will give me the motivation to move on That someday I will be another persons light, All in due time.

The song wasn't new to her Its symphonies were ecstatic It soothed her out of her sorrow The gun he was pointing at the withered prune That couldn't resist She had walked that path before Her feet were sore and worn out Spirit down cast But it was always new to her And just when she thought she was strange He unveiled strangerer things.

TELL HIM  Today when we met, i thought i saw what i wanted That kind of person who exist in movies Like a trained expertise at handling a woman Because that is how i felt From the first glance. Help me tell him That he makes my heart beat And generate heat from my body My problem is that he doesn't try To ruffle my feathers one bit The process so natural And am shaken to the core od my existence  That am head over heels  That am building and growing Up or old time will tell Will he be there when it decides? Or walk away Bored about the wait The hesitation I claimed was determination of acertion of feelings and desires. Tell him that I see him beyond the physical him I know what makes him mad Happy, relaxed and agitated at times But does he know mine? I know he does Tell him He will never have to prove himself a man In my woman dominion Because i know what a man is And if you asked me I would say his name And if you are there when time ...

Every little moment that passed was more like forever to her, And she wished that she had an opportunity to change what she felt, She wished that she had a prior knowledge of what she was to live with, She believed but it wasn't enough, She hoped but it was more than just mere hope. She lived aimlessly, no purpose, no regrets and nothing to loose. Absolutely nothing. And it was in that point of tears, pain, doubt, confusion and desperation, that he came in, Hoping to be the hero to rescue her distressed self. In an effort to make her happy, he turned her into an insecure mess. The tears he hoped to stop from flowing still kept her pillow wet every single night, The pain that he came to ease was still felt by her, twice as much, The doubt kept killing her from the inside, The confusion made her desperate for a sign of a little happiness, maybe just one more sunshine before it ends. In all her mess, she never lost her hope. She still hopes that in the least expected ...