The silence of the night and its darkness that had emptied the sky
off every shade of bright light was the only means to survival we knew.
“On Your Own” was the invisible mantra we all pledged allegiance to,
most of us can’t even remember how we got here, as under the bridge and
all its nefarious act stomached by everybody who found themselves here
was all we could call a home.
The Thing In Between Your Thighs (Spontaneous Series 1)
He latched the sweat that skidded off my jaw and brazenly fell on my
nipple, he grabbed my right boob the way a child seated in the bosom of
his mother would clutch the breast and suckle from it.
His tongue spiralled around my areolas sending me into an ecstatic state of sexual gratification that made my feet weak.
His tongue spiralled around my areolas sending me into an ecstatic state of sexual gratification that made my feet weak.
And We Bowed (African Story)
The galloping of the horse could be heard as Ahmed rode viciously, hitting the horse with a whip as he screamed “Allah akbar!”
Through the top of the mini-mountain the sand had formed, you would think it mated with the scorching sun, as the proximity of the sand and the sun from where we viewed it, made it look like the sand was buried in the clouds.
Through the top of the mini-mountain the sand had formed, you would think it mated with the scorching sun, as the proximity of the sand and the sun from where we viewed it, made it look like the sand was buried in the clouds.
STORY : Kilishi
Kilishi. That word meant heaven served on steaks to a child who grew
up in the cold city of Jos. It was snacks for school kids, desert when
dinner journeyed home late. As kids we loved Danladi, not because he was
tall and looked funny when he smiled: for he had no teeth sitting his
cavity, he was loved because he sold Kilishi to kids at a very cheap
price.
MUSIC: FERRY BERNARD (@ferrybenard) – INTOXICATING FT. ZIPPYFRESH X YONGPAGE (PROD BY. ZIPPYFRESH)
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