Yet I find self conducting one in my thoughts. Autopsies of how they treated me. Autopsies of what they said to me last. Autopsies of rejection, devastation, defeats and regrets like an unending river terrorises the weary soul. Everyday, my Read more…

By Ovyay, ago


A Political science graduate from the Univeristy of Lagos. He is a poet and has a passion for photography and traveling.
He runs an NGO called angel hands through which he reaches out to cater for the poor and needy.
Presently he is a fulltime Pastor with Mystery Of Grace International Church, Portharcourt.

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