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Michael Inioluwa Oladele
Hey there, my name is Michael and I come from Nigeria. I love reading, writing stories and playing board games. (Scrabble is my favourite!)I believe we all have stories to tell even though not all of us have the courage to do so. Contact: mikeini1998@gmail.com. Cheers.
Hey there, my name is Michael and I come from Nigeria. I love reading, writing stories and playing board games. (Scrabble is my favourite!)I believe we all have stories to tell even though not all of us have the courage to do so. Contact: mikeini1998@gmail.com. Cheers.
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My last blog post for this year.

" We approach the yam seller. This one is a man…a very old man.  He looks  helpless. My mind drifts back to a story I read while in school about a man who,  while his fellows were planting yams,  was planting  his son in school.  In the end,  the son became a graduate,  came home and declared  that he wanted to go study more in the white man’s  land.  The man begged him to stay. ‘You have learnt enough,  my son.  No one in our  village knows what you know.’ But the son insisted, leaving his father to wonder what Juju was used on him that made him send the boy to school in the first instance. When the boy finally  came home years later,  his father  disowned  him and sent him away. The son left. The father  left too…for heaven. "
The Other Side.
The Other Side.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

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My last blog post for this year.

" We approach the yam seller. This one is a man…a very old man.  He looks  helpless. My mind drifts back to a story I read while in school about a man who,  while his fellows were planting yams,  was planting  his son in school.  In the end,  the son became a graduate,  came home and declared  that he wanted to go study more in the white man’s  land.  The man begged him to stay. ‘You have learnt enough,  my son.  No one in our  village knows what you know.’ But the son insisted, leaving his father to wonder what Juju was used on him that made him send the boy to school in the first instance. When the boy finally  came home years later,  his father  disowned  him and sent him away. The son left. The father  left too…for heaven. "
The Other Side.
The Other Side.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

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Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

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Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

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Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

Post has attachment
Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

Post has attachment
Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

Post has attachment
Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

Post has attachment
Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com

Post has attachment
Hello guys, there is a NEWPOST on my blog. It's a love piece. Read, Share and drop a Comment.

"We are miles apart now but our hearts are together, held together by a dying rope with countless knots. We believe you are still angry with me and that is why you have refused to return as you promised, or visit. We believe I am not disturbed and I still haven’t forgiven you and that is why I have not asked you to come or try to come myself. These are lies. We know they are lies. We created them on the altar of deception. And yet, we both believe them. We are like a couple in a boat about to sail across the ocean. There is a warning that the weather is not a good one and the waves will be violent today. We see it ourselves. But still we venture in. I am tired of deceiving myself, Wanjiku. "
Waves.
Waves.
mikeinioluwa.wordpress.com
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