Still Trying To Know Me

It’s incredible how I can both be tough and not tough Like boiled egg? Hard on the outside, soft on the inside? No, not really. More like Mango – occasionally soft, occasionally hard. It confuses me, walahi. Like that time in Secondary school when I was told that my seat mate died. We weren’t best friends but we had our moments. My whole class was weeping; crying; mourning. And there

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