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​ image source In the heart of Osun, amidst the vibrant market. The businesses were moving as expected, and many people were making sales. There was a powerful man in this market, his name was Chief Amuda.

​ image source Smith sat on the old sofa in Daddy's living room. He sank into its cushions, it hugged him like a warm memory. Its faded fabric told stories of late-night talks. Sitting on it was comfortable,

In the bustling streets of Lagos, where the call to prayer from minarets mingled with the peal of church bells, four friends navigated life with the ease of brothers. Musa, a devout Muslim from the north,

This is a bilingual publication. At the end of the post you will find the English language version Acaso allá son distintas las nubes Acaso allá es distinto el aire Acaso allá es distinto el recuerdo Temo

soure Royalty spent in Dollar He that does not know a story can not tell a tale So I said Talking to you lately Lately, confirming the amazing grace bestowed on you And I know it is not a joke Confirming

source Your ray, Your sunshine He who did not know a story has no tale to tell. Whereas the hierarchy beacon up the sky Your defender, your shade Nevertheless and although After the highest Your ray comes

My Tesuba ( My rosary ) Now that I have faded God be thy guidance I have no walking stamina But I can fly like a falcon My physicality has faded Yet my spirituality sees glaring I lost my stamina to your

source Why envy God if you are not the devil I felt the feminine energy you proclaim I saw you have no saboteur walking your way up there I know it was difficult for a start but you are doing well now

Mr Bush, the CEO of Millionaire Ltd was in dilemma and soliloquy about whether to go for an International trip or not. Suddenly Mr William entered his office and said don't go because it's going to cost