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Michysam
@michellesamson
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Creative writer|Content writer|Poet
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2018-03-13 18:45
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michellesamson
fiction
8y
Orphan: A short story on jungle justice
image credits The sun heating the tarred road burned my feet as I walked through the street of Lagos barefooted, my stomach didn't hesitate to rumble loudly to the tone of hunger I felt. I felt weak as
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writing
8y
Learn to walk away when love is not being served.
image credits Love is not narcissistic or egocentric. Infact, love is respect, it is compromission, understanding, patience and acceptance. If you find yourself in a situation where your partner doesn't
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air-clinic
8y
My Saturday morning
Good morning world, woke up quite late this Saturday morning. I feel hAIRthy and real good today. Guess what I'm having for breakfast! Millet pap and akara. Millet pap contains Magnesium, Calcium, Maganese,
air-clinic
airdrop
8y
michellesamson reblogged
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Live Healthy, Get Wealthy! 🏥💛💲 We started our $1 Million AIRCOIN Airdrops/Bounty Campaign on 21st August, 2018! It has been massive so far with over 5000 entries and over 300 participants! The excitement
michellesamson
life
8y
Taste of corpses
image credits Today I retrospect through the last hours of my mother's life, the moment before she finally became like a spoilt furniture about to be disposed. A pretty hardworking woman, now what was
michellesamson
poetry
8y
Bitter roses and withered lillys
image credits A Rusty razor blade and a towel soaked with blood A note on the desk and a dead girl on the floor. She was daddy's Angel and mummy's little girl Eyes full of salty water her little sister
michellesamson
fiction
8y
The story of how much the sun loved the moon...........
image credits How much had he loved her, that he died every night so she could breathe? The sun had loved the moon for a million years, every night for this millions years he let her shine with his light.
michellesamson
poetry
8y
Ghost town
image credits I traveled through a dark tunnel The horror as I opened my eye I was floating on the earth I was starring at my body At the nurses who covered my face The wailing of my friends and family
michellesamson
poetry
8y
Africa, my heritage.
image credits Green grasses and wild lives, Tall trees and brown sand, Blooming flowers and bee hives, These are the blessings of my land. Beautiful dark skins that never cracks, Dressed in shades of Ankara's,
michellesamson
love
8y
A letter to him
image credits Hey there, It's raining quite heavily here. I wonder how you are doing, probably in the arms of another woman. There are many things I'd love to say but I put in writing and I hope you someday
michellesamson
poetry
8y
I'm not ugly
image credits Looking straight into the mirror I see the imprint of the word "ugly" That's what everyone says about me The kids in school and teachers Even the judges at the pagentry Let me put
michellesamson
fiction
8y
Stolen dignity
image credits The rage that filled my soul as I rode him, I was letting out my hurt, my pains and anger, the fury I had in me for years. The disgust as he shakes while ejaculating and the irritation as
michellesamson
fiction
8y
The bitch smiled at me
image credits The rain poured heavily as though it wept for me as I sat on the cold tile gulping down the bottle a bottle of whiskey, hoping it's bitterness would take away the face of karma, mocking my
michellesamson
fiction
8y
Slumped into darkness
image credits The world felt cold as I sat on the prison floor. I was to be put to death by hanging the next day. I had just today to live, to pray, I had just this night to watch my whole life again.
michellesamson
life
8y
Pain
Pain is constant in life, most times as humans when we feel pains we begin to ask question, we start to seek answers as to why we feel these pains and we look for ways to stop feeling them. These could
michellesamson
christianity
8y
Christ taught matters of the heart
Well, it's another Sunday and I didn't go to church. I'm a christian (Christians without much complications are simply known as the followers of Christ) who doesn't believe I must go to church to be Christ's
michellesamson
love
8y
It's okay to be selfish with your emotions in a hardened world...
Days ago, I was with a friend and he saw a status up date from one of his contacts, it read "never give love without getting love in return". He asked me what I thought about it, well, I said
michellesamson
poetry
8y
I am not the type of woman you fall in love with
I dedicate this poem to all broken women, who fear to love again, who just have sex because that's the only time they feel loved, to women who crave love but build a fence against because they never want
michellesamson
writing
8y
WORDS HURT: especially from the people we love
It's been said several times that words hurt, sticks and stones may break the bones but words crushes this soul. This happen especially when the words come from the people we love and care about. It could
michellesamson
poetry
8y
PROTECT THE GIRL CHILD
Another daughter has been forced down the ground, What do they call it? Rape, They implement the rape culture. Another girl suffers genital mutilation, It's violence against the girl child, She shouldn't
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