I struggle, I twist and turn, I roll over in stubbornness while she suffers I do not want her to suffer neither do I want her in pain But… It is she who has been assigned To introduce me to…
Author: thegraceola
“Perfect? But…,what about fun Mo?” “It’s not about fun, fun is not in this picture and it’s not been for a long time. And don’t call me Mo. We’re not friends.” They stood there for a long time. He tried…
“Yeah. Much much easier.” He teased. She smiled for the first time since he’d seen her and he had to stop himself from reaching out to touch her, she was so beautiful. “You know I’ve been searching for a dance…
Lagos, Nigeria June, 2007| An exercise mat laid on the sparsely lit dance floor as a stereo played soft music in the background, Tasha Cobbs’ Grace. A lone dancer in black tights and a black top walked gracefully unto the…
She had never been a big person; some would even call her build slight. With curly jet black afro hair, her almond colored eyes complimented her light skinned; eyes that seemed to bore into your soul whenever she set them…
He was hungry. She was hungry. So, they decided to eat but neither knew how to cook. They tried boiling white rice but ended up with a mushy mess that looked more like toothpaste than food. The stew didn’t turn…
My love for this song. This song paints the best of pictures. Highly recommended.
Father just died, but it brings more joy than sorrow. What do you do when it’s Mother who murdered him?
Death may rock your world, but love’ll find you in the darkest hour. Norman for the win!
Jam! Jam! Jam! You should check it out on YouTube
