Taiwolilly's Quill🖋

 A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤ This is for you dear.❤ . . . Why do we need birthdays?  Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive? I think the question answers itself, no? We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful. It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race.  But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough. On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life. Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤ . . . . Taiwolilly🌼

  I see you, in this moment. You're hurting, but even while in the rain, your pain isn't getting washed away. You have your back to me but I want you to look at me. I hold your hand, you stiffen. I turn you around. You're afraid because I'm making you feel. And you don't want to. I lock eyes with you and smile. I raise my hand to your cheek and I can't tell if the wetness is still the rain or now your tears. I dance in the rain and you watch me. I see a faint smile dusting the corner of your lips. I don't want your ghost, I just want you.

Dedicated to Phaserprime(Monijesu) ❤️ We live far away.  We're from far away. Now I know this land ain't mine.  This place ain't mine.  Were from far away. Now we're living as strangers, in a foreign land.  When will we go home? Everybody's telling me that I've overstayed my welcome, welcome. Even I know this ain't my home. I know that I'm from, far away.  Yeah. I'm from far away.

Dedicated to Soffiyah, Abdullahi's partner❤️ Since the time we met, I haven't for once regretted it, knowing you. You light up my world like the stars in the night. You are beautiful, loving, caring. I can't think of a time when I don't miss you. Can't think of a time before you.  You are the love of my life, the apple of my eyes, the one who makes me smile. Though you're busy sometimes...  But I understand. I'm happy you still make time for me. You have no idea how a few words from you feel. It warms my heart and gives me joy. Though I wish you'd reply me as eagerly as I would you...  Your words is to my heart like when I drink water to quench my thirst. It soothes me.  I love you ❤️. 

Dedicated to Ajibola🌼  Quiet, modest, reserved– these are the words I would use to describe you.  We've known each other for five years, I remembered the first time I got to know you. It was at camp, at an hostel. It was a popular story building having a wide spaced compound. There were about four identical structures in that building. I had gone over there to see a mutual friend, and fellow departmental mate.  It was morning, my sister and I were both sitting outside, by a pole of some sort admiring the sky.  We were so surprised to see you but it was a pleasant surprise. We didn't know we would get to meet anyone else we knew here.  I think you even greeted us first.  You were different from what I had originally thought. This was around 200l. As opposed to being someone who liked to keep to themselves, you were easy to talk to. For the first time, I asked for your name and you told me, AJIBOLA.  I later got to know that other people know you by a d...

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