Monday, November 19, 2018

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bastard

How I Found Out I Was A Bastard

I had forgotten my place until He came. He made the scales fall from my eyes. He took me down memory lane. The flashbacks were excruciatingly painful. The truth was a bitter pill to swallow. Then, I wished He never made me do this. He helped me discover my family - my true identity. Now, I am eternally grateful.

Elsie, Rapists Have No Place Amongst Us

Let’s not use rape to enforce modesty.

HARDGIRLBUT: MENSTRUAL CRAMPS IS MY MASTER

If you think menstrual pains are a menace, try missing your period I woke up to a sharp pain in my abdomen. Not again. Pitch...
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#HARDGIRLBUT: I am In Love

In spite of our different backgrounds, we are of one tribe. Yeah, you read the title right. Let me tell you a story. There comes...
Run

Mundae Munch #3: You Can Run But You Can’t Hide

No matter how nice it was called, core maths or elective maths, give it to me and I will reply with a polite, “No,...
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Campus Wahala #8: The Friendzone

About three weeks or so after lectures had started, serious lab work was underway, which meant that on most nights I was preoccupied with...
Beard

#UberTales: Beard Gang But You Speak English Like Jenifa

Unlike my friend, Isabella, I've never been crazy about bearded guys. I fall for the nerds and well, with or without a beard, all...

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