I would have loved to start off this piece with a “brief history of Love" but it is inconsequential, right now, because steemians are busy people. This piece, however, has one mission and that is
My name is Raphael Ebiefung but I am known by friends as Raphebiefung. This however, informed my username @Raphebiefung. I hold a Bsc in Library and Information Science, from University of Maiduguri, Borno
imagesource Blame me for not coursing the safe routes but be impaired to this path of perdition which encircled me as a snare Blame my rod for entering every vent but never blame the wound for refusing
Nne In the constellations in your eyes with the warmness of your smile I want to be covered When famine towered down on our lands and drought flooded this vale with emptied dryness I prithee thee, let
Imagesource In the constellations in your eyes with the warmness of your smile I want to be covered When famine towered down on our lands and drought flooded this vale with emptied dryness I prithee thee,
Marriage is the reason for divorce Religion is the reason for disparity Education is the reason for ignorance The law is the reason for transgression Justice is the reason for the law Life is the reason
Image source) Tell the boy child that giving in to emotions is not weakness but that when emotion rules reason it is weakness Tell the boy child that selfishness is rooted when one is grossly birthed in
Image source Born in the hood into a calabash of suppression and oppression my unripe dreams are shattered by incessant slips of painful thrusting my unrounded breast suckled by uncles whose trust I had
Image source Dear Girlfriend I never knew you once to not know you again I never loved you once to not love you again these heartrending lines pierce the very core of my veins Tell me, how do I erase your
Imagesource Tell the girl child that accepting defeat is not cowardice and standing up to her right is not rebellion Teach her that anatomy is not a measure of one's destiny and that silence is only a
Imagesource Love indeed is a frantic and a savage master It is the clock that chyme in the hearts of unequals in masked equity Love is a lullaby that lulls the heart to sleep in the frenzy of its ecstasy
Image source Had I the power to motion life into words that to thy fountain of grace the yearnings of my heart be brought I would breathe out my tears before your omnipresent eyes but, I, being a mere
[image source: from my phone gallery] It was our first time as the clock echoed its rhythm with a chime She needed some hard thrust but it was novel to me, I didn't have her trust It was to be a memorable
