Spent the evening of yesterday,under the sunset;and on the roads we walked,recalling memories.Memories dressed like kids,who knew they could die any moment.Memories of how we played,under the moon light,even as I stroked your hair,It's really long, you know?The hair, I mean;And then I told you stories.Some fake, most real;and you'd laugh,and tell me how lucky …
CHEATING, THE SPICE TO MARRIAGE
"Sometimes, its not easy. My friend you cannot stick with one type of soup all your life. A wise man once said that variety is the spice of life. Now, let me ask you; are you faithful to your girlfriend? My friend, when you reach the stage, you'll know what I'm talking about", said Mr. …
WHAT IF SHE SAYS NO?
An image of two friends of the opposite sex with faces of bliss.Photo Credit: Port Harcourt Literary Society Smiles, smiles so fabulous; the silent wishes. I pray I don't sound patriarchal, cos it seems its only the males that have this feeling. Its only the males that actually make the move. Most times, we end …
TRUE LOVE DOES NOT EXIST
Just in case you're wondering; I'ma fill you in on it a bit. I was at an art exhibition and at the end I overheard a lady by the name NACHI say TRUE LOVE DOES NOT EXIST. I was intrigued, and I sought to know the reason why would a beautiful, vivacious, young lady make …
KISS
THE POET: MEKA WRIGHTS So, today a poem from a poet that has been here before. Meka Wrights is an Abuja based writer and poet with magic fingers that demystifies love at all levels, he is an avid reader and a believer of God. KISS A mere touch with the lips, or press the lips …
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