Most Nigerians and mobile phone users all over the globe usually lock their phones , thereby making it difficult for anyone to have access to information in them, particularly their account details. But

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I saw pain in his eyes. I couldn't help but wonder how he could hear thunder with no cloud in the sky. Like snow in July; a blizzard in summer. Life went on around him, yet he was dying inside. A day of

Every day, mistakes are made Sometimes we learn from it Sometimes we ignored it and walk away You may not realize this Mistakes has become part of our lives It defines who we truly are It tells the nature

Committing betrayal against majesty of reason, causing the heart to be in love with treason led to the combination of poetry and prison! I didn't have paper or pen for a season; But I wrote on my heart

I find myself curiously intrigued, that you would ever pass to me the hypothetical baton of control when we were making sweet love. If I had ever owned an ounce (or whatever cursed calculation) of powerful

Human beings share the ability to raise the corners of their mouths in a reflection of amusement, a facial expression indicating pleasure. But, are we genuine? Are we sincere when we curl our lips upwards?

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The fields, drenched with rain. Weeds and intentions benefit. My heart expands exponentially. Your love pours down on me, but delicately, as soft as silken threads, ones woven masterfully. I find myself

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I’m the very ground that bear graves of jewellery of gods, I’m a window in heights that stares from a canopy of my mountains, I’m a crystal that flows with silence riddles in the veins of my rivers. A

Having watched Acrimony (which I strongly think you should ) and having thought about it ,these are my thoughts and I think you should know them. Take note of the red flags in your relationship; If you

Little Boy crawled up to the hill before sayin' goodnight to his teddy bear a certain beardman he saw inside the moon' room He giggled a sparklin' smile Little Boy said "hello moon-man" I'm your

I need to see inside myself to know whether hills can grow where mountains have crumbled I know death wipes out the sadness of life but where does it all go? Why does every prayer in my soul still starts