Lost In a Sea of Words…

I have severally been asked why it is I like to write. Why many at times, when I am not cracking up whomever I am engrossed in a conversation with, you will mainly find me with my neck arched dangerously towards my phone, a BlackBerry™ 9800 slide (which for now serves as my canvas as … Continue reading Lost In a Sea of Words…

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Eden…

I can still smell him on me; like a stain on a white garment that refuses to go away. No matter how much you scrub and wash, there is always that lingering mark, that stain that glares at you; mocking you with its defiance and laughing at the inefficiency of your choice weapons. The more … Continue reading Eden…