Whenever I read my posts I find out how fucked up my life is. That’s basic. Sometimes I get superb revelations. Today, I’ve realized that I write everything in Dholuo. It might dress and walk and talk like English, but it is Dholuo.
I’ve woken up feeling fatigued and lethargic, but my balls are okay.
If Glamour lost its Luster would it still be glamorous?
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
... a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
poetry, fashion and beauty
The goal is to help make people’s lives easier
writing is my passion
Living in fellowship with God
Traveling Fashion Designers 🌼
Blossoming: A Story of Beauty, Pain, Struggle & Growth
living in the vibe of my emotions
The view from here ... Or here!
Healing 🖤
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Trust the process
Learning to Live
Live, Learn, and Grow
I wrote my way out
Dreaming of danktown growing the dank.
Short stories and flash fiction
Visual works of Wayne Wolfson
It is time
pleasantly unruly
Fan of GOD
Sliver of Darkness 