A LETTER TO THE GENTLEMEN Dear Gentleman, I wanted to say the brightness of the day has given me this unique opportunity to write y'all this letter but looking at me wrapped in one of my mother's favorites clothes this dawn and shivering like a wet chicken, permit me to say the coldness of this early dawn breeze has pushed me to write y'all this letter. Before you run ahead of me because of "coldness" I want you to also know the matter is not a good one so just hold your smile and stick to my line both literally and figuratively. In one of my random thoughts and in finding the answer to the question "Why do men lie?"My inner man, who is so far one of the men who hasn't lied or tried to be who he is not, dragged me to the Garden of Eden, and made me watch from the beginning when the serpent appeared till the end when Adam had to lie to save Eve. It then dawned on me, men lie to protect women. In fact, Adam did, how much more are the sons of ...
WORDS FROM THE Js I woke up earlier today not only to the melodious tunes of the singing birds that the moist breeze of dawn had carried far, but to a message from the first J. 1st J is someone I've always admired from the first time I entered my English class in Level 100. We were both vocal in class, and she loved to ask questions. I admired her a lot and have seen her grow to be that lady of substance who brightens every corner. She wanted to know if I had plans of holding any leadership position in the English Department as she was doing the same in another department. I told her I would've if not for the challenges I faced on my way to the top. Most of the time, some of my ...
"...In the here and now, I nearly found love, One that would've blossomed on the wings of happiness and acceptance. The mystery that would've left a timeless joy. Nearly to, is, they say but this never was. It was, but just a short-lived spell...." Gbasala, The waves have delivered your message, the breeze of dawn and twilight wouldn't let me rest either and so I have come, to tell the stories, I have come, with people who would bear me witness and not only my memory. Gbasala, I have come to tell them about the dance we did to the nice tunes the susurration provided, the thunderous slap of the sea against those rocks that give the high keys and serve as clap to the whistling wind. But I only pray, they enjoy this journey through these buried chapters, and show love as we walk along the coast and into it. Dear Reader, I'm just here to keep memories whilst sharing them with you too. I will share my experiences, my thoughts,my journey and all the interesting...
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