Omoruyi uwuigiaren's Blog – September 2009 Archive (1)

Last night, I saw a man who wore a frown as if he has never set foot on the corridors of wealth building a castle on your nose. When I challenged the frightening figure with a strong square jaw and thin lips hidden under a heavy line of mustache, he buried a blow into my face and disappeared into the quiet hands of the night. While you were under the spell of sleep, my magic wand rose to the occasion and saved you the burden of having the world on your nose and walking on the wheels of fire.