Hello DebsCorner reader, I trust it has been an awesome month so far? I have been MIA for a few days because I have been having fun without you šŸ™‚ Sorry but that wasn’t the intention, a girl gotta unwind away from all the seriousness once in a while. It was one of such moments.   Moments like this should be explored sometimes cos it would make you reflect on…

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Hello darlings, xmas is coming!!!Ā taranranranaran…I’m so excited about this season and I pray this happiness last forever and may God bless all my readers too and give you a reason to forever be happy.

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ā€œThe society I live in is ignorant of this beautiful organ; thevagina, of the beautiful feelings it evokes, the pride it comes with ā€“ having the power to hold a penis, a million sperms, and allowing the passage of a baby.ā€ This was originally posted onĀ Debonairngblog.   Of all the things my mother never taught me, the vagina was one of them. Ā Growing up, I had a little or no…

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‘You are going to be a father’ ‘No! No baby, not yet. We are not ready’ He panicked She cried He managed to convince her how the child is coming at the wrong time They are still in school And still rely on their parents for survival It can’t happen now She agreed The child was not given a chance to decide its fate

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I am over you Your scent turns my stomach It sends a strong anger down my spine The sight of you makes me wish I had a laser in my eyes I am over you When I am drowning I stay afloat The rage I feel is like a molten magma That cannot be crushed I am over you Your presence is like a shadow Devoid of meaning and purpose…

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So the other day, I feel it is time I begin to meet Debwritesblog readers, social media followers, and commenters. So I shared a post on my personal Instagram account and Facebook page that I would love to meet with the 500th handle that would follow debwritesblog Instagram page as it had reached 499 followers as at the time of the post. And yes, we had a follower with the…

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Controllers, abusers and manipulative people don’t question themselves. They don’t ask themselves if the problem is them. They always say the problem is someone else.” The cup flew straight at Tania like a grenade hurled at an enemy. It landed perfectly on her head and she screamed out so loud in pain Mama Ranti jumped up from where she sat washing and raced to scoop Tania in her arms. She…

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