When you walk into a hall full of introverts and you find one noisy extrovert,

When you walk into a ladies’ change room and you find one male janitor pretending to be cleaning the window panes,

When you walk into a class full of thinkers and problem solvers and you find that one guitar-weilding fellow absent-mindedly plucking at the strings,

Whenever there are TTs on fleek going, there is this one follower of yours who is busy retweeting pictures from @TitiesOnFleek

And you ask yourself “Who the heck is this guy?”

The guy you find walking around on campus with one leg and half

The guy who walks into a silent auditorium whistling tunes that makes no sense,

And everyone around turns With their eyes reading, “Who the heck is this guy?”

But hey, relax. My name is Prince, not “This Guy”.

I can see I’m making progress indeed,

Because I have decided to stop looking like a pathetic guy with a different gait in need.

More like a freestyle,

Planned but not rehearsed; no more looping of a daily routine.

More like Agya Koo,

Scripted but not controlled by its words like a machine.

And oh! The fear of an insufficient tomorrow?

Like how you and I panic when we hear of imminent sorrow?

Nah! Let’s  not throw the towel in,

Go with the wind; but with caution.

Life can’t be that complicated.

Even if it is we are the very ones who complicate it

With our worries, insecurities and fears.

How about you see life this way:

No matter what you do; good or bad, consequences seems to be inevitable.

 Difference is one is less painful and gruesome.





Sitting around the bonfire, like a litter of puppies suckling on their mother’s ever-nourishing breasts.

With our eyes wide open and our ears pricked like greyhounds ready to pick the waves from the mind of Bolarinwa the Great Orator.

I remember this very well,

How, with much eagerness and excitement my playmates then and I asked him,

“Uncu, we dey wait they story oh. Time don reach na”

He cleared his throat as he held his staff tight.

“My children, I want to tell you a great story,”

He said as he looked around to see if we were following.

He seemed to love what he saw, we were gleaming with excitement.

He adjusted himself and continued,

“About someone mighty, a great deity

At whose beck and call is Mother Nature.

She walks on stars and leaves behind her, trails of

Hoolahoops like the rings of Neptune, and traps shooting stars, using them as the sand in her hourglass.

My children, you might not understand, but this is not even enough to describe her awesomeness.

Her eyes sparkled as a reservoir of uncut diamonds would.

Her graceful gait like a wavy nebula system in motion.

And when she speaks,”

Uncu Bolarinwa paused and took a deep breath.

“It snows.”

Honestly, if you ask me if I understood half the things he  said,

I really can’t say for sure that I did.

If I should write all the description he went on and on and on about, I would run out of ink and paper.

Nevertheless, it was more of an ear candy,

We loved how he always use big words; so we thought.

And how he tend to use his stories to make us feel dandy


He said with great intensity

And that was where my interest began to gather momentum,

The story just began

“She wasn’t known for any of that.

Neither was she known for her kind heart

She wasn’t even acknowledged for her power and dominance,

Not for her ability to make great men look like mere boys.

But the magic her hair did when she flipped it,

The way each strand of hair glowed in the dark like molten gold,

were so perfectly wavy, you would think they were made in the workshop.”

Nah, see I ain’t doing this.

I won’t go down memory lane just to tell you all the things he said about some deity’s hair.

I mean, tell us she could do things Venus, (please insert all of ‘em female gods here for me) couldn’t do.

But it really baffles me how, of all the things she could do, her hair was what stood out.

Then I remembered.

“Oh! We are in Africa”




20 messages from 4 conversations.

Two new followers.

Adwoa Smart just liked your LONG note.

3 new snaps view.

12 revines.

Warning! Battery level ain’t on a fleek bruh!


Reduced totally to pop sounds and notifications, all in the name of technological simplifications; are awesome conversations and serenading.

Back screen lights almost like stars now if you were staring down from a hot air balloon at night.

Red for no,

Green for yes.

Enter, backspace, enter again for a session of brief “hello –hi” conversations.

Blood pulses now taking the form of electrical pulses,

Heartbeats now morphing into gadgets’ vibration,

Break a leg but don’t break the screen,

“Open the app at this time, let’s have our meeting”, while the open airy space behind the gardens lays unused.

Cries of drop that yam, when you pull out a “simple” phone,

Missed calls aren’t rose flowers anymore,

Text messages now outmoded, they seems more like the only medium telecommunication companies use to transmit their annoying messages.

Of course,

“Hey can we meet at Eddies Pizza at 5 today,” now “Hey check your whatsapp”.

When was the last you picked a newspaper?

Compared to how you constantly scroll through your social media news feed?

When was the last time you called to say hello?

Compared to the number of times your heart skips a beat when you get two blue ticks yet no reply?

When was the last time you dropped your phone and took a stroll?

Compared to the number of times you wake up and first thing is you stretched your hand to pick your phone?

Smartphones et al are unbeatably awesome, helpful tools,

But don’t let them make us look like a bunch of i-can’t-live-life-without-this-phone fools.

If there was a sentence setting up us in front of a firing squad,

I will be the first to go,

Followed by the rest of you phone-hoarding zombies.



Broken Legs


There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions And fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion

If it were possible that we are hospitalized for anytime we jumped into conclusions we’d all be on hospital beds with broken legs, because the idea we built in our minds and jumped from is way so far from the truth.

We spend so much time trying to carve it out from what just meets the eye when really we should dig for the root.

E check like the things we no really know about be porno, we see noor we root

Don’t tell me you don’t know about this, because we are all recruits of the mass stereotyped generalization, this is the truth

Don’t tell you don’t see the point that this poem is trying to make already, you can choose to play deaf but we can never run from the truth.

The fact that we make pact with mindless conclusions without asking some questions about why something is the way it is and why someone is the way he or she is and why they do what they do.

We spend so much time trying make people’s lives meet our standards by just a glance

Forgetting that what works for us doesn’t work for others the way you think it should, reality check, this is a paradigm shift.

You should be reminded that you are not to make your standards a yard for others, especially if you are not going to approach them but choose to profile them from a distance

For instance, the fact that you can study and understand things well under 30 mins, doesn’t mean that someone is dumb if they can’t get it right within that time frame

Like mama always says “Prince, not all fingers are the same”

So we sitting at a distance and tagging people with names that we deem fit is just lame

He is short and ugly

She is shapeless and chubby

He is too thin and slanky

She must be a hoe, she Is always hanging out with guys

He is too known see how he doesn’t like talking to people

She is bleaching, I mean look at her skin tone

He has no proper home upbringing, I mean, why should he be smoking

He is this, she is that, they are that

Ahmed’s clock can never be clock because he is a Muslim

Micheal will surely condemn you because is a Christian

Darwin’s statements are that of a pained heart because he is an atheist

Hide your money when you see an Ashanti woman

Hide your women when you see a Fanti man

Hold your balls and keep it safe when you see an ewe man

Hold your draws when you approach a northerner

She is a female, she is disrespectful for not being timid, tamed and shy

He is a male, there is no reason or whatsoever for him to cry

We make statements like these as fast as the blink of the eye

But then we never take time out to ask why

Sometimes words would fail us if were to be told how exactly the things we say are powerful

It dissolves, everything when not controlled especially the human heart

We Thirst for the bragging right to be right all the time, but then all is does is tear us apart

Why do our legs feel heavy to walk towards a fellow human and say things like



“How are you doing?”

“I was wondering if we could talk”

Why do we walk around like officials of Nike ready to mark people correct or not?

Why are busy trying to point out people from a distance when our stance is right under the dark side of the yin yang half

don’t we realize that we are killing people, cold blood without spilling blood?

don’t we realize that we are setting fire to people’s fragile hope to be alive another day?

Don’t we realize that:

There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions. And fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion


if it were possible that we become one step to being lunatics for each time we pass baseless judgments, then we would all be in a rehab center watching me perform this piece.

But then there Isn’t really anything like baseless judgment or a judgment that is right when all it is based on our partial impaired sight

When all it does is making the other person’s sins worse than ours.

What’s with us trying to wipe our own blackness with other people’s black-ness?

What if I told you that the boy who called fat can’t sleep at night because of you?

The girl you called too slim can’t hold back the tears behind the doors because of you?

What if I told you the one and half legged guy hates himself because of you??

What if I told you people are having trust issues because of you??

What if I told you society has become psychopathic bunch of emotionless humans because of you?

There is a wave of depression, loneliness, low self-esteem, and self hate because of you

What if I told you that there is an endless cycle of rumors circulating because you and your conclusions and judgments.

What if I told you that the girl you saw five minutes ago a talkative, just found her voice and she can’t keep the excitement and has no choice but to let out those words that were stuck in her heart for years.

What if I told you that the boy you called too known for being too quiet and reserved actually used to talk a lot but then, was called a talkative and now choose to keep his words to himself and let them out at night when he is alone in tears?

What if I told you that the way too slim guy who are shaming actually made an effort to lose weight because some time back another version of you called him fat and shapeless

What if I told you that the girl you are calling obolo tried to gain weight when some time back another version of you called her flat and curve less

You see how it works??

It never ends if we keep up with that

We are only destroying people’s lives and we wonder why people have trust issues.

People have trust issues because of people

People aren’t proud of themselves and who they are because of people

People can’t looking into the mirror and smile anymore because of people

People aren’t falling in love because of people

People have stopped being a christian, muslim, atheist because of people

People don’t even know what they want because of people

People are who they are because of people

People like you and i

don’t come all motivational with that talks of “don’t let people’s thought get to you”

we all know it doesn’t work that way, let’s be real.

We all look to forward to hearing people’s thought about what we do and what we are, and it crushes us on the inside when its nothing for negative, but then we don’t like being real

Everyone want to come off just fine so we don’t admit it.

I do same too.

But I am not going to deny it

No matter how hard I try, I feel hurt and crushed when I hear really dehumanizing comments about how I walk.

I act like I don’t care but deep down inside I feel crushed.

But when Someone approaches me and tells me how good I am as a poet despite how I walk I feel touched.

You see how it works?

And no, it’s not about being self-conscious

There is more to that, and that’s a poem for another day

don’t come all motivational with that “don’t let people’s thought define you”

how about you sit down and refine you

how about you take a break from all your mindless conclusions and judgments

how about you learn to walk up to someone and talk to them before you walk up to someone else to talk about them?


There is more to what meets the eye

There is more to what meets the I only saw. There is more than just mindless conclusions and fact less assumptions. All the concluding, judging, condemning and shaming without asking is just a modern form of crucifixion

If it were possible that we are hospitalized for anytime we jumped into conclusions we’d all be on hospital beds with broken legs, because the idea we built in our minds and jumped from is way so far from the truth.

We spend so much time trying to carve it out from what just meets the eye when really we should dig for the root.

E check like the things we no really know about be pono, we see noor we root

Don’t tell me you don’t know about this, because we are all recruits of the mass stereotyped generalization, this is the truth

So the next you do some concluding and judging and shaming and back biting, remember this poem and try something called


For Granny

99 years ago, a queen was born

Before she came, there were wars and crisis that have never been won

Her arrival was like happiness reborn,

Her arrival was like the personification of God saying “Darkness be gone”

And she brought light with her, into a world that seems not to know so much about sharing and caring

And she brought life with her, into a world that seems to be on the low when it comes with vibes that gives off energy strong enough to invoke the best of smiles in a special way even from miles away

99 years ago, a queen was born

And she knew how to make things right without saying that much about how to do it, where to do it, when to do it, what to do and the perfect time to make things happen without having to blow your horn

She was awesome

She was beautiful

She is My grandma

She is beautiful

She was adorned with everything GOD thought of when he took a rib from Adam to create Eve

She was adorned with everything a man would think of when he paints a picture of a perfect woman

She was adorned with everything wonderful a parent would wish for in a child

She was adorned with every piece of grace, charisma, beauty and everything worthy

She was called Mercy

Fast forward, 99 years later

She brought up her own seeds, almost all by herself, her companion left her to join the gods just midway of the journey to take care of her own seeds.

She was everything, a one woman company, she was a nurse, a farmer, a seamstress, a singer who would kick the ass you of your favorite singer, a linguist, a teacher, a father, a lover, a leader, a journalist, a lover, a warrior, a farmer, a queen, a king, these and many more

The fruit of her labours were very tasteful and much loved, thanks to her gentle spirit

And I happened to be one.

I happened to enjoy her presence, her food, her jokes, her advice, her “Prince, s3 wonim s3 me p3 wuasem paaa”, her little treats, they were all fun.

I remember the first day I got to meet her after hearing so much about her, it all felt like yesterday.

How she hugged me and showed me off amongst her peers, it all felt like yesterday

How I suddenly got connected to her, like she actually raised me, it all felt like yesterday

My grandmother, was the sweetest

My grandmother, I don’t know much about yours, was the greatest

My grandmother, was the bravest

She always reminded of what it feels like to have someone you’d look up to as a reason to looking forward to waking up to another breaking of a dawn

She always made sure she is at my door every single morning just to say good morning

She knew just how to touch my heart just by reaching for my hands

I would have loved to go on and on with all of this mourning

But I’d would also love to share something with you all, something grandma would be happy to see me do

Have you ever thought of tomorrow can’t be a thing when you close your eyes??

Have  you ever thought of the fact the last time you saw that one person, the people you love might actually be the last you would see them,

What if they closed their eyes to go to bed for the last time?What if tomorrow never comes, would they ever know how much you appreciate, cherish, and love them?

And to you Granny

I’ve always thought you would be around, for a while, to watch me do the things, go to the places, be the person you would have loved

I’ve always thought you would tarry a little bit longer so that I would take you to the places you have always been talking and buy you all the things you wanted

Especially that Samsung Omia phone you requested for, for your 100th birthday

I even thought I would get to see more days where you’d coerce me to eat your rice and stew, like you did that night, that night before that fateful, never knew that was the last time I was going to get to see you smiling

Until that fateful morning, 22nd July 2015, 4:25am, I don’t think I will ever forget this date

Until that fateful morning when you started coughing, rushed to get you water, hoping I don’t get too late

But then it looked like the usual dose of water and patting you didn’t work

It got worse and we knew you had to be taken to the hospital

I wouldn’t lie Grandma I was not even thinking of you leaving, I was thinking it was just one of those your old lady coughing and that you’d be fine, but God had other plans

Time to get you to the hospital, quite a bad timing fateful chose for you

Or maybe that was how it was planned

I really don’t know but I wished it’d have been better

I wish I know granny, but I don’t have the answers

I remember the neighbor coming to our aid, there was a car in their house, but the only one who knew how to drive wasn’t around

And I happened to be one of the 20 year olds plus who don’t know how to drive

That was when I knew I had to run as fast I could to get you a taxi to make sure you survive

That was when It finally hit me that perhaps your time has arrived

Shook that thought off, tried to stay hopeful, that you would make it out alive

So I could tell you one more time how much you have contributed greatly and positively to my life

But you had other plans Grandma

Perhaps the sight of heavens bursting before your eyes was too strong for you to resist, perhaps the sight of paradise had you finally hooked up, perhaps you were too happy, too joyful picking up rose flowers from this paradise forgetting that we needed you back here alive, when the taxi finally I arrived.

Perhaps I was too late

Maybe if I had run a lil bit faster

Maybe if I had prayed while I run

Maybe if I had run faster and prayed a lil bit harder

Maybe if I knew how to drive a car

You’d still be alive

And when you finally closed yours before my very own eyes, the pain I felt me scared, scarred and torn apart like a knife was stuck in my aching heart.

Till that day I never knew it hurt this bad to loose a love one to the icy fingers of death

Your departure left me in pain, drove me insane, wishing for rain, cocaine, ethane, maintain, contain, you see I am at this part of the poem where I didn’t know what I was writing because my eyes were clogged with tears, my hands got shaky, the pen felt heavy, my mind got choked, entirely in a state of depression, frustration, hacked emotions filled with a mixed of anger, hunger, eager to get stronger but only end up weaker,

Your departure left me crying, wishing, regretting, hoping, falling singing, hoping, shaking, bleeding, hiding, smiling, cursing, questioning, hurting, typing, whining, timing, wallowing, and writing

Your departure Grandma, left me, dying, on the inside

And words can’t express how much I miss you already

Lord knows the number of poems I have written and burnt, since you left,

This one seems to be the surviving one, maybe for now.


I know you won’t be happy with me if I keep doing this to myself

If I keep crying till my tear ducts feel like the dust from the sahara desert

It’s hard to not think about it Granny

But I have to be strong, for my mum, your daughter, my siblings and myself

I would be all the things you wanted me to be

I would do all the things you’d love me to do

How you hugged me, told me you love and hugged me again

I would never forget

I really hope I set things right and be that good man, husband and father

Be that one fine engineer and an awesome spoken word artist whose lisp and limping didn’t come in his way, as you’d always say.


I do hope you find rest at the other side

I hope where  you are, you watch me smile and watch my lips read out this poem with every single emotions and strength I have in me.

I pray God keeps you granny

May your soul rest in peace.

Ow granny! I almost forgot I am learning to drive a car, hoping that one day, maybe one day I would wake up and realize it was all an inception point, at the point where I had to drive our neighbor’s car,

Just maybe, that time around you’d be here to watch me burn this poem

Until then Granny

Sleep well

Poetyk Prynx


So, a friend on her birthday asked me to write her a poem, because she would love that as my birthday gift to her.

sooooooooo being the awesome sweet friend that i am, i took time to write something special and i hope she loves it.

enjoy 🙂   :

All the times when we find our memories and best days of our lives,


Queued up in our mind, trying to make us trip, but we know we got nine lives,

Unless of course, if you don’t believe in being reincarnated, life after death, doppelgangers and the number nine,

Even when we are still trying to pick the best out of these memories,

Even when we are still trying to pick the best out of these mere stories,

Nothing can beat that of a memory that belongs to a special person who has been personification of the best days of our lives.


Can’t imagine how this world would be like without such people,

A day more without them, we know it’s about to be a rainy season,

Let alone talk about how their presence is the quintessence of the coalescence of awesomeness and tactfulness that gives essence to the evanescence of our weak hope,

Let alone talk about how their absence is the obsolescence of the planned chocolate dates that sometimes leaves us thinking if we can ever cope,

Every day at a time we pray we never have to meet a moment like that,

Dozens of them, everywhere, behind you, above you, right in front of you, far off, and if you ever get lucky they are right there beside you,


A day more, few seconds more with the seconds hands of the clocking ticking gradually to remind us that a day is coming when have to specially celebrate people like that.

Nothing can beat that feeling that comes with knowing that this poem was written for one of them, to all of them, Angels,

Ink slowly soaking the paper with fluids of appreciation forming an almost perfect calligraphy of uttermost joy in the form of poetry; poetry carefully dabbed with the purest of tears and deepest heartfelt honesty,

Telling the story of how wonderful this character is,

A rescue in a pop quiz,


A fighter,

Fighting even more for our own peace than they do for their own heart’s piece,

Only the heavens knows how much they go through just to see us smile at least,

Let alone talk about how they hid their own agony just to see us smile at least,

Even when it would cost them,

Yet they’d still carpe diem.


Many out there won’t be lucky enough to have a chance to have someone like this in their lives,

Even when they beg the gods for it.

Nevertheless, I pray the find someone like the person this poem is addressed to,

Save them from their loneliness and sadness, they deserve to be happy too,

A good friend who listens; who got caught up in the walls of this poem,

How about I ask you at this point to find a pen and a paper and decipher the message hidden in this poem, the first letter of every line of each verse and watch yourself smile.

Poetyk Prynx

366 Rollercoaster Days


1. We met and it was fine.

4. I stretched out my hands, and you took it. Sparkles and Fireworks.

12. We spoke to each other’s hot cheeks and there were April showers.

17. I could actually see your smile from the corner of your eyes.

23. It felt like having to see sunshine after dark days on an almost
endless wait.

37. We kissed and there was thunder and lightning, rainbows, electricity
and lustre.

42. Everything was so much more than I bargained for, but Lord knew I had
and held on to you so I would be okay.

45. I remember how you held me back when I tried to break the kiss,
clenching me like a sleepy koala on a tree.

47. I thought to myself, finally she is here, because I felt my heartbeat
synchronize with yours, seemed more like a repeated “mine” and “we are
meant for each other”.

49. I met your sisters. 2 of them liked me, one of them turned and spat.

53. Gave you all that a girl would want from a guy she loves, my heart
especially. I gave all of it to you.

57. I remember how I had sleepless night just staring at your pictures on
my phone, I never grew tired of that.

60. I did like a butterfly and flew.

69.  But apparently, you were the only one receiving, and I was doing all
the trusting and treating. I was starved of your touch.

76. We were okay.

77. You weren’t okay.

80. I died on the inside. We weren’t okay. No, I wasn’t okay

81. I took the risk and asked, “Is there anything that I am doing wrong?
Please do tell me.” My heart bled, my eyes teared up, my feet were too
heavy, my heart really bled.

82. Then I heard you say those words “I don’t want to stay anymore,” and
walked away like you were never even here.

83. You disappeared.

84. You still weren’t back and I was  5 heartbeats away from putting my
wings back on.

85. No one knew where you were, and our stomach refused any intrusion.

86. For God’s sake, where the fuck are you? My friends are saying things
and I really want to slap your eyes out of their sockets. Because they
don’t lie. You do.

87. You came back, refusing to tell me what you should have told me but
what I wanted to hear.

89. You left and I was cracked in different places.

90. You Vanished.

91. I was trying to convince myself that I was just having a nightmare and
that I would wake up to your voice and smile, asking me if I was okay, and
why I was screaming “please don’t go,” in my dreams.

92. But no. You were really gone for good and my heart fused with

93. For God’s sake, what did I do? Was it my lack of humor? Or was it about
the last time, when I couldn’t get you the Victoria secret set you wanted?
Because, I could swear my susu was just few coins away from being able to
purchase it, or is it about my gait and that you aren’t proud to be seen
around me?

94. I blew your phone with text and calls, you ignored because you were
spending time with your new lover; that guy you told me not to worry about.
Call me psychic, paranoid but I felt it.

95. Thinking of that Cracked me in different places.

121. You came back and I would have cried but I had just put mascara on.

122. They weren’t happy you came back.

135. At some point in time, it looked like you were going to come back, we
managed a few his and automated hellos.

140. I continued to die on the inside, because I spent each day trying to
forget you, trying to get you out of my head, but like DNA you were
imprinted in me.

141. Fuck Cupid.

143. I hate to sound like the bitter one here, but hell, you left my life
virtually empty. I could actually feel my soul each time I touched my skin.

142. Fuck Cupid for using such a strongly laced arrow on me, I hoped he
lost his quiver and arrows.

148. I heard a couple of things from you that I hope I hear from only the
right one from here on. First evidence of your ability to narrate fiction
as truth. Brilliant.

196. You got a poem, a cake, and ice cream for your birthday.

199. I watched from a far, and it looks like you were having a good time.
Would I ever get better? Would ever get over you?

198. You wanted to leave again. And I was trying so hard not to break.

200. I got eye candy and Chinese and sweet smelling concoctions for mine.

220. Your new lover seemed to get you all flared up with his words. I
wonder what he said, but you seemed to love it. Killed me on the inside.

229. I wonder how you still manage to text me.

230. To tease me?? Because yeah, it’s working.

231. You left. All types of fucked up, I was.

241. You came back.

243. We were okay. Again.

244. but I still managed to convince myself that yeah. We were okay. Again.

267. I was scared you’d stop talking to me and talk to her.

272. I was scared I would fall in love with you all over again.

279. You were already talking to her.

280. Too late, it was already happening.

284. I couldn’t continue to live that way, watching you wreck my life with
a smile that was supposed to have lit it up.

288. Childish, you once said to me. But I blocked your cold, heartless self
on every platform that existed, though it took me nights to get rid of your
pictures. Hard time trying not to stare at them. Old habits and addictions
they say, die hard. But eventually I rid my life of everything that reminds
me of you.

289. I left. Finally.

290. I left. Because I. Was utterly shattered. And sick with the child all
these feels gave me. A child of pain and Gore that I. Was too young to have
and too inexperienced to know what to do with.

293. I Left because….Honestly because that was the only option I had.

294. No! I left because the Pain in my heart was growing and beginning to
metamorphose into another heart right between my lungs, choked me and all
it did was pumped… pain.

295. I left because I am a fine boy, a beautiful one for that matter and I
deserve more.

297. Interesting how I can still access my sense of humor in all of this

300. I had been nurturing her, and she said her first words. I was sold.

318. She grew bigger than I could imagine, and when the time came I wore her.

319. You came sniffing around. I didn’t move a bit, honestly.

327. You came sniffing around. I fell, sadly.

328. Got right back up, apologized for dirtying my child of pain now child
of newness, and acted right.

329. You left, because you’re a douche like that.

330. You left, I am sure you felt unwelcomed. Exactly that. Life has beenso good, I literally cussed myself out for believing that I won’t do well
without you.

334. I kept getting better.

335. I keep getting better.

365. I’ve been better and you don’t get to win. Ta. 😘

366. And I will keep getting better.

Poetyk Prynx || Naa MoMo