Sculptress (Bildhauerin) [Ingeborg von Rath] (Getty Museum)
I had a friend,
That I trust,
I told her things,
My deepest of secrets,
She knows me well,
As I do with her,
But she sold me out,
For a misunderstanding,
We had.
Trust died ever since,
How can I trust,
When I don’t have a heart,
Where can we start,
When there is no vibe,
How can this be,
If I have been betrayed.
I don’t trust,
Is who I am,
I rather bear my cross,
Than watch it gist on,
I rather walk the miles,
Than take a minute,
Step and ruin all.
Trust,
And the trustees,
With no symbol of,
Trustworthiness,
A worthless moments,
I rather not have,
For a priceless heart,
I rather not share.
If I ever trust again,
It won’t amount to,
Something,
Whatever become of it,
I know I’m ready to face it,
Is a frosty moments,
Filled with hate,
For places I rather,
Not rate.
The Joint Admissions and Matriculation Board (JAMB) has concluded plans to release the results of the 2024 Unified Tertiary Matriculation…
Cardiologists and public health physicians have warned Nigerians against excessive consumption of cold water, stressing that it can lead to…
The Chang’e 6, China’s next robotic spacecraft to the moon, has been scheduled to set out on its journey in…
Gbenga Oloniniran writes about the discrimination experienced by some Nigerians on the premises of foreign businesses where they are met…
It's scientifically ambitious. It's aeronautically daring. And it's unflinchingly expensive. It's NASA's newly approved mission to Saturn's moon, Titan, where…
Since the coup d’état on May 24, 2021, a transition government has been in charge of Mali and shows no…