…………..By Saint Tayo On the pinnacle of death Lies the melody of destruction Through the wheels of soft landing …
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These days, one can categorize guys based on lots of things, from state to profession, to beliefs, to upbringing …
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“Hi, Mrs… I guess I’m in the right place…. Impeccable Stitches,” he said to me. I rose from my …
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The most precious thing in life is life itself. The social media has been awashed with the horrid tale …
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Ben came home the following weekend and was told of my predicament. He tried his best to comfort me …
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Rolling side by side Moving side by side Without the sense Of foolishness Jumping the fence Of thoughts In …
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Hiya….. I remember growing up when I was quite younger and was asked my name, I would hesitantly reply …
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Hello, My name is Precious-gift and I have joined the band wagon after much procrastination to have an e-dairy…. …
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(A grateful son remembers) A Looming Poetic Presence The Word Is an Egg, my 11th book of poems, carries …
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An Anthology of Poetry in Honour of Omotayo Oloruntoba-Oju @ 50 Call for Submissions Professor Omotayo Oloruntoba-Oju teaches in the …