African Giant Blog

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?

Yearn is what the heart does for its loved one, Seeking and striving for Love. When it breaks, it comes back together. What then is it supposed to do when its shattered? The struggles of the heart blackens the soul.

Feels hurt as the thought came across my mind, Is there actually a spark of love or is it just messing with my mind? I searched for the answer, I got none and all I had to do was cry. Love drowned my soul, The more I think about it, the more I'm confused of which way to go. All I knew was that I can't let go. Though we may be like east and west on different lanes, Or two roads on separate lanes, All I ever wanted was love to ease our pain. As I walk among my peers, All they could see was my face filled with fear, And what is this that I shed? This is my Tears of Love. -African Giant