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Only Human

By Victor Ogan: I think what I don’t want to think I feel what I don’t want to feel I desire what I don’t want to desire I’ve done what I didn’t want do Every second, minute and hour is…

METAPHOR

By Ifeayin Chukwu Ochonogor: Metaphor Little do i know about the beauty that engulfed my birth, but I am thankful for the things we have, for the things we never had but will soon be enough. Thankful for the sonnet…

HIS SON – AUTHOR’S WORDS

By Jessy: Okay guys. This is neither a story nor a poem. Didn’t really know where to keep it, so I chose diaries instead (PLEASE OVERLOOK) When I was reading HIS SON from the beginning, I realized that I made…

BELOVED STRANGERS

By Victor Ogan: It’s a confusing world says I Years ago, you were once my friend There was always a joy when you saw me Twas the same for me too We used to talk ’til the morning We were…

❤️🧡 HIS SON – CHAPTER THREE ❤️🧡

By Jessy: “What the fuck are you saying, Samuel? You’re breaking up with me?!”   “Yes, Nita! I am sick and tired of you acting like you own me!” “What?!”   “Yes! It’s over!”      ❣**********❣ “Where do you…