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There once lived a boy in the western part of Benin were no one dared to live. Married to a runaway bride once he was 26 and gave birth to men and women feared by many. Soon he wakes from his dream and

I remember that Tuesday evening after I had died 7months 2weeks and a day earlier, you came visiting my wary grave. The wind had just blown softly, gathering the dry leaves. I could hear the rattling of

"Andre I recently started this business and it isn't going well... I have not made sales... I feel put under pressure. I just saw this new business and it is making waves, but I don't like the product.

Some people love you just because they need your help. Don't let this bother you. This is life. And when you find that one person that is willing to give you completely, embrace them and love them. This

Okay I have been looking for a platform where I could contribute contents of which I love for more people to read. I recently stumbled on your blog @communitycoin and the posts I found are the kind that

Fairytales are for fairies. Yes! These stories are told to water the buds of young girls, aren't they? Fairytales aren't humantales yea? I know you too want one of those fairytale love. Where we hear too

Fairytales are for fairies. Yes! These stories are told to water the buds of young girls, aren't they? I know you too want one of those fairytale love. Where we hear too much details of how prince charming

"I like picking your freckles and collecting your scars." He turns to shake off the tension sitting gallantly on his face. "Last night I felt something break within me..." He looks

We die long before our bodies decay. We even die before breath leaves our nostrils. We wake up sometimes when our eyes are tired of remaining closed. We wake up, we get away from the gutters and then again,

She sits in brown gardens of almost dead flowers...where you never find anyone. Sometimes she forgets that she is human. I have once sat with her when words became infertile to hold thoughts. We sat still

He sits in the quiet of his room with the invading noise of the rattling zinc, it has just started to rain. He picks his phone, almost forgetting he has a pot of rice and beans on the gas cooker. He slides

Her eyes holds no pleasant memory, it is as though she has never lived. The doctor could not find any pulse. She is a music enjoyed only in funerals. She is crying loudly inside her shell, if you paid

How can you say she is a famished road? Is she hungry for the things that girls her age desire. Or you mean, she is a road long traveled. These days you only find bugs playing in the footprints on the

Little man, that is what you are called. Pick yourself from the places you have planted pieces of you, all the in-betweens you have explored and exploited. Innocent thighs you have... Little man, your

Yesterday was an amazing time with these fellows. We had a discussion around balancing every aspect of life. The program was put together by the Youth Alive Fellowship of Winners' Chapel Ekososin, Benin

Good evening steemians I trust we have all been steeming with ideas. I have written a couple of short poems and stories that I hope to compile and grace this platform with. But I do feel these articles

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This bed needs to go outside to dry her mind in the sun and ease off this odour of past glories of bodies that have defiled their space and collided in places they shouldn't. Now they birth, what kind

This is is where you find the beautiful sceneries. In the streets where nothing is covered up in lies and deceit. This is where you find the truest souls that dance whether in the rain or the heat of noon.