2nd December, 2016 Writers
Its a country i live in. It craves the intensity of the sun and nevr rejects the embrace of frost; it encourages vampirism resulting to impromptu late vigils and refuses the spin of the ceiling blades. Don't get me wrong, I love Nigeria. Its the company I keep. Serving important rations they do with evenly distributed ample slices of large onion bulbs; bidding my erroneously bought undersized raiment at ridiculous prices. Don't get me wrong, friends are a rare gem. Its the life I lead. Embracing so many interests yet making superficial acquaintances of each; asserting to every reason that rears its head in mind yet contradicting its very potency from obvious facts. Don't get me wrong, I love my life. Its the ladies I've met. While few decline on an inconceivable journey of a rather recondite nature, most can barely weather the allure of my fairly simple charm. Don't get me wrong, mine's to love; your's to fall. Its the blood I bear. So cold, lacking warmth, in all relationship and communicable sphere; it rises by day in anger's feat and besets at night in seats of frustration. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy I was born.
Ebonyi, Nigeria
  • My friends love the fact that I don't appreciate onions in my meal. "More ration for me", they say smiling.

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