I’m so angry right now that i might forget to proof-read. I used to pride myself in my ability to write long classy essays(the type,people my age find boring). But i’m beginning to doubt myself.So naturally,i’m angry;at myself,the government,schools and everyone with the last name ‘Nigeria’. Before i joined Naija stories,i used to (and i … Continue reading Rants of a Frustrated Girl.
He was a renegade.She was a sweet little soul.He was known by few;those who would love to put a knife to his throat.She was known and loved by all;the best damn actress the industry had ever produced.He was used to a life of survival of the fittest;running from one drug cartel to the other and … Continue reading Bliss?