I wrote a collection of poetry a long time ago and lost hope in it.
Recently, someone bought it after seeing a link on an old Medium post, and it sparked something in me.
I’d love for more people to read it—it's N650. https://t.co/YagWkrgBRg
Chance still dey make I blow.
I dislike that Substack reveals who shared a post with you. If I want to share a post I read with my alter account, I have to save the link somewhere else, sign out of my alter account, log in to the account everyone follows, open the post with that account and share from there.
I still don't fully understand the obsession with having bright under arms these days.
We actually don't rest as women, there's always one thing or the other to be worried about.
Lol. This fake life I'm living, make my destiny helper no skip me.
Mbok, I am looking for work. I am not doing anything. I write for me, myself and I. That's my company.
Abasi yanga mien.
🚨 Peller just turned the whole game upside down in his latest interviews!
He said the “olodo” English wey we dey hear na pure strategy. He deliberately speaks like that for engagement, but when he wants, he switches to proper fluent English like say na exam. No cap.
Then he came for Ycee with full chest:
“I speak better English than you, I have more money than you. You even drop out of school and still never blow… yet you dey one place dey hate on person wey don pass you?”
Peller said what he said. No filters.