No woman knows another woman. She hopes that the other is an honorable one
It is almost a year, just days away from those days when my winds of change were know to me! Those foul winds that take time to wash the stench away from your nostrils and your body.
The woman that blew those winds, sleeps with no conscience. I applaud her, she’s the type that lies to herself even swhen she knows truth stares her in the face.
But I’m not here to discuss that day, nor last year, I’m here to rejoice the change that brought about.
Today I know that it was my destiny and I was following it, I just needed a little push and that woman was the instrument of my Karma.
METANOIA was my karma
(n) the journey of changing of one’s mind, heart, self or way of life. She was…
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