A POETIC MIND
- LECTURAS 185
- Votos 25
- Partes 8
Well... Here lies the poetic personality that we all know as Ezimadu101 and her writing skills.*blows trumpet loudly;in a medieval manner*
Okay, I'll stop being formal 😌🤭...
Anyways, this book came up as a result of realizing the fact that I don't write poems as I'm supposed to and it's not really healthy.
You're hereby welcome to the magnificent, wandering and creative mind of Sophia (that's me🤭)
Enjoy 🤞
P.S: I know that these awesome words would tempt some dumdums to steal this. Well, I'm not scared of cursing anyone that tries such.(Nigerian? Check!)
I'm very serious...
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To read the completed book: Go to Okadabooks. https://okadabooks.com/user/FareedaHaruna "There's no point crying over spilled milk" a popular adage which is encrypted in most of our daily activities. At the age of 10, she was already betrothed to Mallam sanusi, younger brother to the village chief. His rotten kolanut designed mouth was all she saw when her mother disclosed that information. Being a strong headed child, she's always been, had she packed up her clothes in a silk headtie, she hit the road at midnight when every family member of hers was asleep. Had she known what she was getting herself into, she would never have left home. Had she known the hell she'll pass through, she would have happily married Mallam sanusi. Had she known the hardship she'll have to endure, she would have danced her way to Mallam sanusi's home. Had she known the dangers she'll encounter, his rotten kolanut designed mouth, would have been the least of her worries! But she's left home already, she has to survive. It's her only option.
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