African Giant Blog

  AGING-TIME🕰️   Age, a number that has to be remembered.   Age, not to be numbered but just for remembrance.   Age, you don't tamper with it but grow rampant.  Age, is not a factor but a capture.   Age, a number that counts for you but not for you.  Age, it can be ahead of you or behind you, so you are just you.  Why not have your time to take your time.  Is there any sense in timing your age?  Is timing Hasting?  I'm not confusing but diffusing to have your own way of digesting.  Double up to top up. For every reasoning there is a reason.  Writers from pens should sign with letters from pen. NOT FOR ALL.  -Afrigia✍

Love says to stay, ambition says press forward, Both against each other in just one mind, Love can’t be neglected neither can ambition be forgotten, What decision is to make of ambition? What consideration is to make of Love? This is Love and Ambition wearing boxing gloves.  -African Giant✍🏽

Higher higher, I raise up my arms As the shiver sets in, Down my spine. I could feel it all over my body. Oh my God, it's her. How the hell do I know that I'm sleeping with the devil? The taste of her juice does not taste like evil, Ooops, she's sweet in the middle. Like the papaya that it is. I want to make it stop, But I couldn't. And now, here it comes, the gelatinous rain. -African Giant✍🏽

In my mind is this sound,  it's a buzz. Oh my God, its humming.  Can I call it an hummingbird? It ain't flying. Going on and on through my mind, Giving rise to the body. Ooh God.  This is lust raging in my mind, like war cry. -African Giant✍🏽

A garden of roses filled with atmospheric scents of Love, A heaven with one angel, you being the angel in person, An erupting mountain with an endless eruption of Love magma. Such is the definition of Love for Aduke,   But as she pressed forward in life to fulfill her so called “Love dream”, It was a tragic memory she ended up fulfilling,   Her garden of roses turned into a garden of thorns, Heaven with one angel turned into Hell of demons, Love erupting mountain ended up being an endless eruption of tragedies.   What is to be of Aduke’s love dream? Oh my God, Her love dream is fading, like a smoke in the air. Aduke, is this the end of Love?

Aduni, the love witch. The one with the charming eyes, Gentle like a dove and meek just like the lamb. Those bewitching eyes, those intoxicating eyes, I want to drink from it, I want to savour it. The officer in the station is having hiccups, I think he might have taken a sip. Build a brewery in your station and drink it straight, He's a flamboyant. I want to savour it, Those intoxicating eyes. Aduni, you are sweet to have. -African Giant✍🏽