THE BEST YOU

You are the mirror of your earnest thought. So guide ur heart with the words of God. Most of the time, out of your unconsciousness, the you in the subconsciousness float to the surface.
Remember only the ROYAL you within you shall be if you treat yourself as such, and in humbleness of purpose others you respect.
Ignite the passion within because in the light of love you share you can see you are truly loved
And in self-acceptance and warmth of your heart true friends are know. ILOVE YOU ALL.
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THE LONG JOURNEY TO FREEDOM

Even though it seems I don’t belong here, I have survived thirteen cycles of the sun. I have seen moons changed shapes and seasons of rain and draughts, but I am bored with the prospect of life if not for the body I bear. My eyes are now weary, even though I have not seen enough of life I so much loathe. That is why I couldnt survive sight of lenght and breadth of this space in which my very instincts are constrained without glasses. I am odd, and still a geek. Actually what is the difference.

From the manuscript of THE LONG JOURNEY TO FREEDOM
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Passion

They turned the light off and crushed into each other, in piercing passion they
were entangled. Lust is best expressed in the dark, as moan and groan, in
silent rumble from the chasm of dark emerge, maybe on the bed of perdition. At
the peak of lust, zeal of emotion consumed reasons as they empty their beings
into each other, but what is left, however meagre it might be, fragment of reality
where its bulk of fraction is bitten off by fantasy which within a few minutes of
cupous corporal excitement, eternity is lost in each other’s arms, most likeles
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UNFAITHFUL

He had been living with wrong version of a woman he had ever dreamt of. Even though, Simbi fitted the description of the right  version but the only fate he had was the ring in his ring-finger, the same kind his wife shared with him.
The idea of cheating on her was now keen than ever, as Simbi was also ready to be his mistress regardless of the fact she being  a second fiddle.
Simbi, exquisite beauty, has passed the threshold under which, whom, single guys would die to have,  the phase where her ravishing beauty would make a man raise arm against another with even slight share of  jelousy. Her curve, so alluring, could make a man steadfast standing to fall. Her rocking behind and swaying front behind her blouse, were fate of men of faith. How could brother cling to his devout faith with a slight sight of her curve.
Through the years of youthfulness, pride  had seived the right men from her life,  and all that was left  men who were devoted to the thought of having sex with her. Nevertherless, Bade was a respite.  He was top on her list of men who trail her because what was behind her, round and supple, were more than lust, now derailing men for momentary pleasure.
At least, Bade was real. He had told her he was going to divorce his wife for her. He told her his wrong version of wife, whom he was never derailed to tie conjugal  knot with, was having multiple affairs. She needed to wait as he was still consulting with his lawyer before he file divorce. At least, she needed to play a second fiddle for now… http://www.truthattwilight.com

Truth

They turned the light off and crushed into each other, in piercing passion they were entangled. Lust is best expressed in the dark, as moan and groan, in silent rumble from the chasm of dark emerge, maybe on the bed of perdition. At the peak of lust, zeal of emotion consumed reasons as they empty their beings into each other, but what is left, however meagre it might be, fragment of reality where its bulk of fraction is bitten off by fantasy which within a few minutes of cupous corporal excitement, eternity is lost in each other’s arms, most likeles hurt becomes its eventuality. http://www.truthattwilight.com