Thoughts, stories and ideas.
As a little girl, I cared so much about how I was perceived, being liked was very important … and so some of the things I did were influenced by how desperate I was to be accepted and liked. But somehow I grew from that young girl who so desperately wanted
Everyday, I wondered… maybe love wasn’t all they want. But what do they really want? Ibidunni was an angel… He began and she was mine I loved her and I believed she loved me Ibidunni!!! my soft spoken damsel. Ours was what everyone called relationship goals We were picture
What do they really want? She asked me But I had no answer… Only many unanswered questions Alagbe said he loved me… she began that I was the sugar in his tea I believed him… so I loved him back Then, Alagbe said I’m a gem but He cannot
Pain is never easy… it’s ugly to go through but the scars it leaves doesn’t make our lives uglier… it makes it more beautiful.
They came They took our land…our lives They took our inheritance…our heritage They took our culture…our tradition They took our history…our identity They came They taught us their ways…tearing us away from ours They gave us their language…as heritage They gave us their education…
