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

A cockerel sounded it was dawn as tragedy walked the bare chest of the street and wrote frustration on the face of the earth. The land that spread before me like an old balance sheet under the little nose of a shrewd accountant was covered with men who were as dark as the midnight, broken and shattered, like savages in defenseless post waiting for providence to take her esteemed seat in the scheme of things and humble the bizarre tale that is more hellish than the enterprise of a… Continue