Unknown to me,
I’m naught but a conquest to him.
having conquered my inhibitions,
No use has he for me anymore.
Unrequited love.
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Collection of tales and poems by Africans.
Unknown to me,
I’m naught but a conquest to him.
having conquered my inhibitions,
No use has he for me anymore.
A story their father told them
A story of prophecy and illusion
A story of Iroko, Mahogany and the Oak
I have got my strength
I have got my uniqueness
I have embraced my weaknesses
Don’t compare me with others
Give me my accolades.
Do not call me a writer! Call me a writer!
The tragedy of the chief priest death did not stop Fiditi from enthroning a new king and entering into the reign of king Abe, the son of the East zone governor.
And live my days with no regrets.
‘Cos I will be fulfilled on that day;
The day I’m returning home.
How did I get here? How did I become an approval addict? How is the boy who dreamt of conquering the world Turn to a peoples’ pleaser…… Read more “Approval Addict”