Kindly take your baggage with you:) Thank you.
Too many baggages yet to be claimed. sigh! People can be so careless at times.
The limit to number of baggage u can tag along is 3. Lets make that clear.
“Extra baggage=mess+unstablility.”
Some were home delivered but I won’t be delivering anymore. You shall not enter with any extras. Send it back or burn it.
There is only so much space in my home so your cooperation will be deeply apreciated.
Thank you.
She’s a beauty!
But she is hurt; not once, not twice but many a time.
My own heart broke to see such beauty in pain….
In her own arms she carried herself,
A sight i captured for life.
She was born a fighter, fighting her own battles…lone and still beautiful.
A dedication.
- Angla Li
Nightly, my soft head-rest would hear….
Of regrets and memories,
Of Life.
Gladly, she lends her soft lays for me to rest on.
She hears my silence and let me be,
She aways my tears…
Wearily, my lashes would fall
To a place unknown and blissful..
I see u there with smiles ever bright.
Nextly, I wake at dawn with heart glad.
Blessed for a new day in your Love.
- Angla Li
Ajung: My ektum number 1. Friends since class A. She is bubbly, smart, loveable,amazing cook and an eligible housewife 
. She has the ears and a big heart. She is my mummy . I love her to bits.
Wanloi: Beware of her! 
She is my-no-bullshik-friend. She is my anchor, my safety net. Pull us apart and we will pull u apart B-)
Amen: My twin from another womb 
She is competition. The most ambitious Lady I know till date. She is few with words but all powerful.
Naro: The coolest chick She is the man in Wo’man’. She is my rockstar.
Asung: My since-toddler-friend. My sister. We have fought wars together and also against each other . There is always a funny incident to her every move My biryani.
Esther: Only two word- My Biatch!
I’m in Love!
With the one and only Heart I Love, Care, and Trust.
That, I know, won’t hurt, lie or betray me.
That, I know, loves me just the same.
That never leaves me,
Is there when I am in need Of a friend and a comforter.
And that Heart is Mine.
I know my heart is good even when my face is stern and my tongue is blunt. Smile*
Yet once again Pained,
I sigh a little
I tremble a little
On thoughts of Men against Men.
Is this the road we choose to travel still?
Innocent men lay slain
Covered in blood
Hatred between Men towering like skyscraper.
Fear! It will collapse soon
For the earth is shaken.
We long for her Smile like the Winter Sun -
Warm and Lovely (so rare).
We long to hear her Laughter like a Stereo-
Loud but Sooting to our Hearts. Smile*
Big Hug Mom, we Love you.
