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Thursday Tory: Mister Ìsáñsá

It was a Thursday evening when I was in my second year in the university, at least not a fresher then but that fateful moment, memories would tell the story for years unknown. A prayer meeting was to be held that evening with other church workers…
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Before her fall.

Before her fall, angels hailed, demons murmured, she never did engage insolence, awesomeness, she only exhibited more... Fuel for a thousand, But no light shines forever, even the sun sets, So when tragedy struck, Everyone sane knew it…