It's nice to leave the Note app! Really!!
FORGOTTEN RELIGION!
Maybe ours is a forgotten religion
I am my mother’s son. The one who almost took her life when she birthed. The one who looked so much like her it was hard to decipher whose seed I was from; my father or the many men she sought to give my father a son.
I will try to keep this to myself but I hate that you would think of me like that. Like the very person you say I saved you from!
I hate that you would even speak of it.
LAGOS BIG BOY: NA WASH
I have promised myself never to go on twitter to bash any creative again. The mental effort it takes to produce even one scene is something you wouldn’t know until you try. I would remember hours trying to hit a note right or constantly walking in circles looking for inspiration to write and I would…
. MARRY ME O! OGA
You’ll find the best spaces for our conversations in your head.