OK! So I finally manned up and got my blog (since like forever) it’s really nothing special (it could be) buh it’s just gonna be random post, something people could easily relate to, in time, I could be an online promoter and make some smooth cash(kikiki) .
So make sure you visit frequently, its mostly gonna be filled with personal posts and all, you feel? Occasionally news about some boring shits(make it saucy duhhhh)
MY NAME IS OGHENETEGA ITUGBU
Nigerian of course, really just got into a university (don’t expect me to tell you which.
If you’re a teen, you’ll like this blog, trust me, and if you’re an adult, I guess you’ll like it too… You could drop helpful comments and all you feel?
It has begun!
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And Jason wrote, neither with his pen nor on his note
But Jason wrote and spoke of gold
Unknown to man,as men had foretold
But Jason wrote and spoke not of treasure
But of a girl named AYO he met
Not quite long ago
The girl knew him not
But yet loved him still
Just as Jason had wrote
For Jason had wrote of a girl that loved him true
A female whose love fell on him like the morning dew
Thus Jason wrote of a love so true
And a story he could only read on his notes
For Jason wrote a mere truth
Of how he loved a stranger he hardly knew
Thus he flips to a page
Thinking of writing
And men spoke of Jason’s writing
Thinking if AYO
Could only be true.
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Mother came face to face with the teen who killed her son, and she hugged him
Ok seems some of y’all don’t understand the post…Anna never left! I just didn’t have my glasses with me, so I couldn’t see she was the one I was talking to.
“And Anna left, not with me but with Him
Anna left with the only thing I have left
She left not with my heart; she wants no part of that
She left not with my wallet; what could she ever want from a pauper”
I SMILE, WALKED TO THE SINK AND TURNED OFF THE RUNNING WATER
“But Anna left with him, the other me
The me that was happy with her
The me that felt like a prince”
SHE STOOD FROM WHERE SHE HAD SAT, WALKED CLOSER TO ME, THE CLOSER SHE GOT, THE LESS INSECURE I FELT
“And Anna left
She made me feel special
Her eyes said a lot
She looked at me like I was all she ever needed, like I was the only one in the world
Could it all be pretense?”
AT THIS POINT SHE WAS LAUGHING, I COULD ONLY WONDER WHY.
“You left your glasses in the toilet” she said.