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Series (Non-Fiction) 9 Comments

The NYSC Diaries (Entry 2)

4:45 am. Beagle sounds! Loud. Fucking loud. Like, screaming-right-in-my-ears loud. Thankfully, I’d taken my bath around 3:30 am and was already dressed. I just wanted to get some more rest

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The Thirst

The soul is lonely, longing for a companion The heart is weary, craving a dear Words fail me Who can be told?   Isn’t love a beautiful thing Or the