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The lockdown is real.. Even when locked down, it still knocks down others when defied.. Well, will this breakdown, our fall as we rise from nowhere but our downfall.. Oh COVID19! Slowly you became famous.. Throwing us at tantrums.. You really wanted your presence to be vivid.. Once an avid reader, ”David”, reads your message.. He wallows in a mess in fear of being mortalized.. Your absence would be of help after aiding us identify our loopholes.. Until then, we may dwindle in haste to eradicate you.. But never will we team up with you to swindle innocent soul to their grave unannounced! Jane calls Jennifer to inform her about David's turnover.. Was it an offer about that deadly malady.. Then forget it, am only a helper, to be precise a lady.. Who hides under the shelters of Thee and my man's man.. This situation is too manly not needing a woman like me to nurse.. But to draw the curtains back, the comeback after COVID 19 may live me stranded in shame after th...

Anytime you displaying that act, I always know racism is also online by then! It's time to untie unity, in its cage of enmity! You may dislike me, simply because am a black but I prefer to like you, simply because you are part and parcel of me.. See, I don't blame you, it's the complexion in the making causing all these mayhem.. It's time to split the difference! We still shouldn't be enemies simply, a border has been drawn, not knowing when to cross that borderline, truly, our complexion has managed to segregate us from one another indeed! In need, we became one in oneness again.. The epidemic was real, frantic panic everywhere.. Aww, what a pandemic, which had the ability to draw all men to mimic its rugged order.. In an era of sheer disorderliness, loneliness may thrive but the voice of quietness keeps striving in its territory for a signal of an impending fright.. Can this be true, are we really rest assured to conquer this fight..? Despite our awful...

Born of love.. November connected with February to conceive me.. In union of massive fusion; I was birthed out of love.. I relented, my world turning around in favour of me.. Receiving merry, even Mary can testify.. I went relentless just to know what this gift, Aunty Gifty sent me without an inch of resentment.. My moment, a frolic one far my narcissistic for it never bores.. Boredom can't be incited in this vicinity simply because excitement has signed an unending contract with me.. Transcending into eternity and beyond.. Engaging my spree moment with its free; freedom, doom on my part if I abuse it, sake of, it's accuser is stressfulness.. Born out of love.. Loving in the dimension of God's divine glory, regardless of the tension created to disrupt this memorable day.. A day so memorable because a prince matured into a king was born to rule in the dynasty of love perpetual.. Wandering in love, just in wonder of this great measure of love fed on his ...

It was terrifying.. Horrific; oh I think, am in a terrific aura, all in the name of laxity, when anxiety came paying homage without invitation.. Doom on my part.. This love we were nurturing was to be thriving in freedom.. Here is it, striving to evade its unanticipated doom.. Like Edom who always went contrary to God's command, so is our love life not responding affirmatively to the rhythm of love.. Let not just awaken love, only when it's due, but rather seek to nurture it, till it's able to transcend against its transients.. Perhaps, we may become epitome of it, lecturing the naive ones, just to also enjoy, this kind of  love with no regrets someday, this; we are about to feast, one-day, perpetually! "Love may wander in slow motion, yet it never stoops so low in wonder of its past errs”.. –ìOrel                                   ¦-.ìOrel.•°©.•° 24 .•° 12 .•° 19.-¦