Cry. Then Try Again.

Young Love. Bwari, Abuja. 23/02/21.

It has been eighteen days since I came here and my body has felt every single day.

Here, hours feel like endless days stretching lazily before me. I have tried to convince my self and my body that this place is our new temporary home but they have both refused to find home here. You know how I said our bodies know when we move? Well my body surely knows and she is not happy.




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