Certain things have happened and there are no words for these things, at least not words which are adequate.
Each time a person dies, a story comes to an end.
Every story has a beginning
Goodbye 2019, the evil you have done is too much.
Man, I miss living with my family. I miss the days which began with the sound of my mother’s tambourine and my groggy eyed siblings singing “good morning Jesus, good morning Lord” for the umpteenth morning in a row.
Many men, many, many, many men-50 Cent
“Did Batman go to school sef?”
See, if you have done any of these things or you plan to or you have thought about it, just know that one of these days, when you are happy and giddy and enjoying the crude comforts of whatever rickety means of transportation is available in your city, you will be dragged out of the window of the vehicle by a band of thugs with overgrown armpit hair.
Dear Davido, why do you want bananas to fall on the heads of your fans? They buy your music and this is what they get, ill wishes?
….a hurricane blitzed through my life at some point and changed everything.