Love they say................

 

Love is like a cigarette, it's fun at first but eventually it kills you.

And Lolu asked of you today.....who's the Uncle in the black and white photograph on the shelf. He smiles like me and his black is beautiful like my skin. Mind to tell me who he is??.

And after telling her the bitter truth that 

the Uncle in the photograph is her father; she cried herself to sleep holding the old photograph tightly to her chest. 

I hate to think about the nights, but I just couldn't help it, that's why I smoke and drink alot. Should have burn your old photos long time ago, especially the ones you smiled so brightly showing your thirty twos.

They smell of forgotten memories in my nostrils I can't even remember.

Well Sha, I won't stop writing to you alakori alakowe.

The bed is always cold! Takes more than a coffee to make me sleep.

Loluafrika