Barren lands, fertile hearts
Pain echoes around
Hope quietly seeps in,
The sun will rise tomorrow.
Sad eyes, happy voices
Weak limbs, strengthened minds
These souls will rise again
From the depths of despair
Come a realisation of self
From the heights of pain
Come the defintion of strength
These ones shall rise again.
#SkincareSaturday Three things to do for your skin this weekend!
Ideally, we should pamper ourselves every day. Unfortunately, with the hustle and bustle that is Lagos, we usually end up with at best, ...
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When I began 'A Week of', I wasn't sure anyone was paying attention. But some of you really got into it, even making suggestion... -
Last weekend i ran. Okay i lie. I jogged a little, walked a lot and danced a bit. But it was all fun and it felt goooood! It... -
Yesterday was #WorldTeachersDay, and teachers were celebrated all over the world. It got me thinking about all the teachers, lecturers...
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