PORT HARCOURT AND THE BROKE NIGERIAN. 

I grew up in the oil city of warri and have been there all my life until very recently. We moved! I've never moved, ever!  It's always been the one house, same ol' neighbors, bus-stops and friends, yet here I was, slapped with the sharp reality that was Portharcourt, another oil city. Permit me to … Continue reading PORT HARCOURT AND THE BROKE NIGERIAN. 

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Dealing With Confrontation! 

I can't.  I just can't.  Call me a coward or anything, but the idea of walking up to someone or someone walking up to me and going all we need need to talk gives me a sick feeling in my throat and leaves me tongue tied. They say Taurus belongs to the Hurt me once, … Continue reading Dealing With Confrontation!