The old adage goes that; Get new friends, keep old ones. One is gold, the other is silver. And that is so true my friends.
There is a certain way in which everyone carries themselves in this world and that makes. The ones with good personalities, the ones that are pretty, that were not that attractive and others who were attractive but had shitty personalities.
your friend has something guys like or sense in her that you do not posess. Try and figure it out whether it is perfume, a way she flirts or her boobs are perfect and yours arent. You will know.
Traditionally, Africans pass on an oral tradition, linking generations through the epochs of time - the past & the future. I started this blog in my first year at Makere University, as a feeble attempt book the discourse of my life & family, because it wasn't written anywhere, except folktales. This blog has stood the test of being ignored, change of blogging technology and questioning its very existence, but reading this stuff back to myself, I see why I'll keep it.
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