It is a cold Friday night, and I have just finished reading for the second time, Caleb Azumah Nelson's Small Worlds. I am staring at the ceiling, thinking of my life in poetic detail. Before now, I had downed a tin of sardines and bread that only truly delightful hands could have made. To go with it was a hot cup of sugary cocoa powder that I am certain is bereft of the nutrients it claims to have. This meal, and the 400 pages of incredible paper in my hands, have reminded me that life is funny and weird and cruel and confusing. But it is also nice. I am in awe. I am also pleased.
This would make for quite an interesting and weird (in a good way) acknowledgement😂❤️
It's really a wonder that we get to experience people in such a unique and personal way, even though they would never in a million years get the slightest clue or repay the favour🥺😅
This would make for quite an interesting and weird (in a good way) acknowledgement😂❤️
It's really a wonder that we get to experience people in such a unique and personal way, even though they would never in a million years get the slightest clue or repay the favour🥺😅
You see this vision! 😂
It really is a wonder how we experience people, truly. Thank you so much for reading!
Hey Dolly! Great piece my friend!
Thank you Phillip 🥲
From your pen to Penguins ears!!!!!Such a lovely read
Thank you, Glory 🥹❤️
My Fave!!!!!!!
Can’t wait to hold your books in my hands!😍😍😍
And oh! I missss youuuu😍😍😍
Kemi 🥹, thank you for your encouragement and always reading 😩.
We’ll see soon 🤗🤗