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Story of my life 2

Orchids flower in my garden

I want sell this picture..

I capture this One of my favorite

Lumang Litrato ni Teod

An old photograph of Teod. It's amazing how one'source of happiness can also be her source of pain.

This is one of my old drawing (Beerus) How is it

Beautiful pic of my garden tree

My flower

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

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The Making Of My Story

The Making of My Story Paddling the canoe, I have always wanted to be a doctor. But I am faced with the difficulty of navigating the canoe to its bank where I could board a taxi to school. It has always been the first thing that comes to mind when I wake from sleep. My parents  are poor. My mother is a fish monger while my dad is a taxi driver whose lifestyle of incessant drinking and smoking would not permit him to discharge his fatherly responsibilities. By the way, I am the only child of my p

My EditPad.org Experience: A Tale of Disappointment

Picture this: you're in desperate need of a reliable online text editor, and you stumble upon EditPad. At first glance, it seems like the answer to your prayers, but as I delved into my experience with this platform, it quickly transformed into a rollercoaster of disappointment. In this blog, I'll walk you through my not-so-pleasant journey with EditPad, and I'll explore the gloomy realm of their online reputation. Brace yourself for a less-than-thrilling ride. EditPad: Where Expectations Plumme

"The reason of my being ( iya mi)

"My reason of being" (Iya mi ) Writing in a great sorrow With many a mourn's arrow Getting out from my soul For absence of my mom In an absence of drums She now and then dances When that "male" sleep Like fish in the fresh stream Her wills in my life Has many ways to live But life is not permitted her To come up promises of her Love of her swimming in my pool Even praying for her for all her do Not to be in a great wrong place That is a reason of my pray ! Oh my God of creature! Grant my mom– my treasure Who keeps me being in her stomach For so more than nine months Rain a rainy coolness to her grave If not for her– how could I live ? My mom farewell for you Make your will – when I am in dream ! Once again – farewell my mom ! Dedicated to those that had lost her or his mom. ©ASO, Tijani Innovator onilu March 19,2023

Title: "Whispers of the Heart: A Tale of Enduring Love

Love

Lost in the mangroves of the Delta . ( The scariest experience of my life )

I found myself between the devil and the deep blue sea . In a fishing expedition that turned awry I got lost in the mangrove swamp of a Niger Delter State . In danger from the sea , wild beasts and in danger from criminal gangs that hybanate in the forests

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

My love for you is a source of joy.

Oh sweet one, what can l do without you? You followed me everywhere l go.you tears all my papers and almost finish the food in the fridge.you make me crazy at times but my love for you is higher than the sky.you make me feel human by your side and everything l do , l do it for you.you are my best friend and you know that.thanks for everything you brought into my life.l will never forget the first day we met,you were under the rain and l was passing by.you changed my universe.and since then, l can't do without you.sunset,sunrise,rainy season l am stuck with you till the death.only blind people can see my love through and for you.peace maker in those homes in war everyday.you got that capacity to put humans together.never change your nature, be safe and happy in what ever your are doing.may God protect you and your generations ahead.

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

My world

I think of you in the morning before the sun rises, when in the still of the darkness my heart feels your presence. Your love, your tenderness, your slow rhythmic breathing as you sleep, and I am at peace. I think of you when the first rays.

Celebrating the birthday of my first fruit,Celebrating God's unceasing Grace- Rt.Hon.Hillary Bisong