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Where To Find Breasts #27

Good morning!If you don’t get my newsletter that keeps you updated on latest posts, it’s probably because you haven’t signed up. Please do so by scrolling through the home page to find the sign up widget. If you have signed up and you still don’t get the newsletter, check your email promotions or social boxes. Or just check your spam box. Golden orange rays from a sun that was beginning to set broke into Kyenpia’s vision as she woke up. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and slowly got off the bed. The headache she had battled with this morning was gone. Last night, she had mostly been awake. Kane was ill, and had cried throughout. Emem was gracious to step in and help. Leonel had been of no use. Kyenpia discovered, quite annoyingly, that he was bad with kids. He wasn’t Leonel, of course. That one was…

#SaveRosemary: Lend A Helping Hand This Easter

I shared a story on my Facebook wall a short while ago. It’s about a friend’s sister, Rosemary, who is s battling cancer and it has eaten a considerable part of her genitals and spreading. I had encouraged her sister BlesgnBilkisu Monde Oliver to open a twitter account to solicit for funds to help raise 3 million naira. As at the time I told her this, Blessing was not on Twitter. She didn’t know her way about it. I had to guide her. She put her tweets together and began raising awareness and seeking for funds, mentioning the handles of celebrities to see if they could help. Unfortunately, some idiotic folks got into the matter and smeared her efforts, saying it was all fake. Rosemary was broken and discouraged and begged Blessing to withdraw from social media. She was willing to die with a good name. I was sad. I didn’t…


FOR BETTER, FOR WORSE LUKE 1983 Daniel clung to the banister and groggily climbed up the stairs, his little head swaying from right to left. He had never had this much alcohol to drink in his life before. He had had a few shots of palm wine at the presidential villa when he suffered a mild case of conjunctivitis and his grandfather had told him it was good for his eyes. From that moment on, his father had been giving him little sips from his brandy, but nothing like today when he had downed almost half a glass of the burning liquid he had found in the kitchen. Now, he was sleepy and he was going to climb up to his room to give into nature’s dizzy spell. He knew his mother would be angry at him when she got back from church but she would pour out her…

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