Bond fast with old souls, time in itself is an illusion. We might as well make the most of it. Stay true to your core, the voice that whisper the truth to you Is real.

The one speaking ruin Is your potent alter. Note, the best friend of a queer male could just be that crazy act female, who happens to like only straight males.

She will gladly give her life for him.The only way you can tell they aren't dating Is to take pain to watch the effeminate gait and movement of the male.

Watch also the excited reaction when he sees other males to his fancy. Some queers are also ready to snuff out the life of other queers who as much as visit evil on their life friends, straight or otherwise.

The moment you believe in magic, you start to feel stupid, you feel more wary, for telling your childhood friends that magic does not exist. What then does?

Or, so If magicians actually do exist.
Then, they should be able to cure extreme sick modes such as the evil tumours, so no one will ever have to die of cancer first.

How do one celebrate winnings and wealth.When it couldn't save those loved ones.

Whats the aim of magic if it can't fix real
life issues, menaces that erodes the depth of life itself.

Why weren't we made to be content, why do we crave something else the moment we have that which we had desired for so long.

Why did the supreme being make some humans so difficult to look at and some yet he made to be so easy on the eyes. But he left them both to be of chosing, to be good or bad of characters and mind.

Why did he give some so much of natural endowments and gave some so little, yet they all have the same wants, needs and desires.

If cheating is so bad, why didn't the creator make minds readable. Why do humans hate the truth, why does it hurt so much.

When spoken in candid mode, why does an untruth soothe the soul. Why can't another know where one has been, what they have been up to and what their next moves are?

Why will they rather prefer to deem a near perfect situation a planned sequence rather than a mere coincidence.

Then when you lend a hand, why does the wary cycle begin. Why does the salvaged grow to hate the salvager with so much ferocity?

Why do some of us want it all, from someone who toiled day and night for it, when they yet have given off sizeable portions of their toil.

Some were born in a time more shameful than now, then even, people loved and gave of their little. What makes good such a bore to the pessimist mind.

But then, the most supreme being did say his thoughts are not our thoughts, he said his ways aren't ours too.

©Ibadi'aran Omo Akinde

#ramblings
#ponderingthoughts
#wondering

On a lighter note, why can't IDRIS ELBA be my man, I mean it's my hearts desire to maybe, one day randomly meet him, get him pregnant and then have him all to my self.😂😂😂😍😍😍

#wishes
#wishesforme 😂😍

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