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Jul 15

The Chronicles Of My Broken Heart

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Stage one was the crying phase, where anything and everything reminds you of this person and you find yourself crying over the littlest things. Oh that was the couch he sat on when he came to visit me that one time? Tears. Oh this was the top I was wearing that he said he liked when we were on FaceTime that other time? Tears.

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Jul 12

My Continuous Struggle With Make up

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I face-timed my partner, because we always have this petty banter about my ‘wind-erosioned eyebrows’. Wind-erosioned, because I have very sparse almost non existent eyebrows and I always refuse to have them overly drawn. I usually just keep it light on the eyebrows with a not too dark brown eyebrow pencil.

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Jun 26

The Pitiful Buyer

“Wetin do your meat?” I quizzed him.
His shoulders fell.
On the table were pale brown meats, dark around the edges and devoid of blood; the type of meat that’ll stink up an entire house when prepared.
“Na yesterday’s meat. Yesterday na bad market so na dis one remain. But nothing do am my broda.”

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Jun 24

Tuesday Morning.

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Floating in the water disturbing no one were sacks of crude oil being carried ashore. They were carefully packed in transparent polyethylene bags. Each sack containing approximately 5 liters of raw crude oil. A small ship at a safe distance was dropping them into the water, the current was carrying it down river to these guys who rescued the packages with a skill that can only be attained from practice.

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Jun 21

The Angel

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The screeches of tires from the street behind me alerted everyone, shortly after, two blazing cars skidded into the boulevard,…

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