I want darkness than sunrise Because I can hide rather than listen to your lies of how you said you will paint me a picture Every day you said tomorrow, laughing at my silly jokes I made you smile I thought, T’was vanity I sought after the ruthless effort I fought trying to make you… Continue reading Another lie.
Essays & Poems
To be Bitten by Ants.
I was once bitten by soldier ants on Christmas day when I was four, we went to my father’s village for Christmas and we took pictures, I climbed an orange tree to get the ripe orange and got stung by ants.