Your Safe Space
In the look of my father’s eyes (trust the african parent) as I sit in front of the t.v screen,
My mom was a trader who knew the value of education and wouldn’t take chances on her kids not having
With Sarah, no words were needed. We let our lips and fingers do the talking. Home was what it was.
Olasike, you’re always eating! How will you find a husband? Don’t you know men don’t like fat women? Drop that
At first, it was okay. The constant “can I take a selfie with you”. Then it became annoying. From as
You have glanced at your phone again, You see it ringing yet you ignore; Am I that insignificant to you?
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