With a gentle sway, she moves with elegance.All day, her laughter can be heard resounding.She keeps her children close, holding them tight,While at night, she...
The night breeze in Jos chirped and croaked with nature’s musical symphony, but Faith could hear neither the crickets nor the bullfrogs over the whispered...
A failure, my image proclaimedOr so I thought.A pout as the display lingered.“It might just be a thought,” she said. Shiny, that’s the right word.Those...