Barituka was the definition of beauty. Her itshekiri skin shone like newly-made Italian shoe under the sun. Her white teeth stood in her mouth like frozen blocks of snow. Her curvaceous body and voluptuousness

The rain that fell the previous night could have made even the unrighteous turn a new leaf and beg for forgiveness. Cat and dog was an understatement when compared to the deluge and one would have thought

“Eh God!, what kind of life is this?", she stared at the ceiling raising her hands like there was someone or something patiently listening and waiting to give a response. Her morose face was beginning

"Have you heard of steemit?", that was the ticket that brought me here. I was thrilled as my best friend, @thattinyvoice, told me about it and I didn't wait to check it out. I'm more than ecstatic