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The sky was gathering its cloud, the weather was changing; daylight gradually turning into darkness. Oh, my God why is that look on the face of the weather," she hissed. It was looking

Living a ghost life of no destination  Living out of a shadow on location  A life of tears, sorrow wandering on The path of no return of termites  Bruises all over and hurt in the heart

It is true that most men have difficulty expressing love. Truly, marriage is very hard work, the exacting kind of work that makes us look under a magnifying glass which shows all of our blemishes and imperfections. But on this article we are going to let us know how to be manly and gentle at the same time. Now know this—women are truly unique and are very difficult for men to understand. One leading question which I have not yet been able to answer—what does a woman want? The truth is that most times men are confused on how and what to do to ensure they please their wives. They are still very much confused trying to figure out what women want, this made it possible for them to have a hard or difficult or rather call it rough time expressing their love in ways their wives find special. Let me reveal a secret to you in case you are confused what the woman wants most. She desires conversation with her husband. But men dont talk I mean they don't always feel like to talk but they are g...

I will call your name Bestie, I will declaim  you, Bestie  Bestie, your name is mild like cinnamon, it is the fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps. Bestie, your name is the sugared clarity of 

Onyidiya                                       *** Alas the world is not good for anybody  Yet you are so happy with your fate; Alas the travellers are back And all enveloped with debt. Ofcourse something has really happened to me

Returning to the nest is not possible  And going forward is a great difficulty It has led me among the sharps of the forest.   The affairs of this world are like chameleon  Faeces into which I have stepped 

The hen lays eggs to mother the Chick Smashing natching to hatch her eggs  A day Chick with it's chicks alike  Tis wondrous wonder production to born Tis young chicks living to look at  

I wonder how long, you awful parasite, Shall share with me this little bed, And make me, from sweet dreams be lost Be sucking blood from my poor head.  I should but say man has much

Now see her caught in the throb of a drum Now tippling from hide-brimmed stem  Down the lineal veins to ancestral core  Noble opening out in her supple tan Her nibble to limb like fresh foliage in the sun 

From the west clouds come hurrying  with the wind turning sharply  Here and there Like a plague of locusts whirling tossing  up things on its tail like a madman  Chasing nothing