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Kalu Chiamaka

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Chapter One: The grinding wheel shrieked as sparks flew like dying stars.

2d ago

Chapter One: The grinding wheel shrieked as sparks flew like dying stars.

2d ago

"Not His Luna, Not His Mate - So Why Won't He Let Me Go?"

4d ago

4d ago

How about we do a little plot twist today

Jul 3

Jul 3

Ever notice how often we give what we barely have enough of?

Jun 30

Jun 30

What if: Everything went as planned.

Jun 20

Jun 20

Another rejected book

Contract failed

Jun 19

Jun 19

what does pain feel like?

Jun 18

Jun 18

Today, I listened,hands on my chin as the pastor preached about forgiveness and how healing is…

Jun 15

Jun 15

some misconceptions are truly funny 🤣🤣

Jun 15

Jun 15

I saw a tiger in the newspaper.

Is it bad I don't want to go back?

Jun 1

This is two-year-old Malki, her name means Queen in Yiddish. We were at the park playing with paint and bubbles and this shot was a remarkably lucky one since toddlers move so fast. This photo is important to me because it captures her innocence and reminds me how happy and carefree I was that day, hanging out with her.

Jun 1

Kalu Chiamaka

Kalu Chiamaka

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Creative wordsmith with a passion for turning thoughts into art. I’m a poet, ghostwriter, copywriter, and freelancer with a sharp eye for detail and a deep love

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