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Maybe I say things too softly or to loudly. Maybe my silence becomes a blank page people write their own story on.

There I was with my 10-year-old frame and 13-year-old body, yes, I was 13 but I could comfortably pass as a 10-year-old, and no one would argue. I thought my 13th birthday would bring the wave of puberty I had been waiting for, like God please hear my solemn cry, I want breast too, I want bum-bum, I want hips. Everything about me then was the opposite of what I wanted, from my glasses-frame to my height, to my figure and so many more, annoyingly! Everyone my age had a thing o

Having promised to bring in the full gist today, here it is.. but first, Good day, how was your week? Did you sleep well? Did you pray today? Did you read your bible? (I'm legit stalling before I start)... Enough with the drag, let's continue our story... So, the story continues this way... Anger was just cruising through her veins, all the forgiveness she had given was out the window, but she remained calm, semi-calm?🤷. You know the story started with 3 friends, ehn ehn, s

Disobedience has many ways of kicking you in the rib cage, especially those little little "tombolo" ones... like it will just hit you without expectation.