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Broken, splintered, cracked was she beneath the surface Failure gave her hope… The pressure, her drive The pinnacle strengthened her faith Refusing to cave into her fear Refusing to give in, to give up She continued unwavering With her eyes on the prize She didn’t want sympathy, so she
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I recently purchased a pair of ankle leather boots from H&M in the colour beige, and I love them! The shoe fits true to size and has a hidden zip on the side. It has a 100% cotton lining and insole, 100% leather upper (it isn’t soft
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It’s been more than a while now, and time ought to help me forget and aid the healing process completely, I think. I ought to feel free, undaunted, and unburdened from the heavy weight of the experience. I ought to have let go of the numbness that comes with
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When she smiled, the crinkles at the corners of her eyes and the curve of her lips couldn’t hide the sadness, emptiness, and shadows that wrapped her heart in a fiery wrecking ball of emotions. It was in the way she looked at things deeply, thoughtfully, as if trying
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I didn’t like the way I felt because I’d been here before. Maybe the difference between then and now is that this time, I was uncomfortable with just being “the one she could talk to when things went south, the shoulder she could cry on, the one she
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Olivia I didn’t know whether to be comforted by that or not. I sniffed. I wasn’t ready for goodbye, not now or ever. I didn’t go out of my way for us to end here. I wished he had yelled at me or displayed his anger physically,
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Felix I met Liv at a tech seminar in Abuja, where I was one of the guest speakers. She approached me, complimented me on my brief speech, talked about techy things and the near future, and then exchanged contacts. That instant, I knew she was the one. We saw a
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Olivia I could see the pain he had tried to make blank in his eyes, hear the hurt in his voice. I remembered the first time I met Laurette. She was every man’s wet dream in the flesh and who most women aspired to be, at least I thought
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Felix I was weary. I wanted us back, too. But I wasn’t sure if we would still be us or if things would remain the same. Liv had tried and failed to control her emotions. I didn’t miss the look of disappointment on her face when I pulled
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Olivia He was different in a way that said he was doing well. He looked yummy in his plain grey t-shirt and blue jeans - simplicity has always been his thing. I watched him run his hands through his hair impatiently and felt nostalgic; I mean, I used to do
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“Mom, come see! We’ve a new neighbour!” Jamal was ecstatic as he beckoned her with a wave of his hand. Ozaram and Deziri, who were seeing a movie, rushed towards the window to glimpse their new neighbor. As soon as they arrived, they began to ooh! and aah. “Mom,
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“Are we there yet?” Jamalumchi, Kamharida’s nine-year-old son fussing in his seat, asked her. “Are we there yet?” Ozaram, his immediate elder sister, imitated, sticking her tongue at him when he stared at her. “I don’t sound that way, Do I?” he directed his question to his eldest