I lay myself to sleep
wrapped in the warmth of my lover
'Annie', he whispers
In the softest, calmest way
'I'm here with you', he says
Your love is like many waters
leaving sweet effects on my heart
your love tastes more than honey
sweet, sweet, sweet, to my soul
your love is like a whale
so large i can trust in it
your love is deep as the oceans
i could never swim away
your love is high as the heavens
i could never jump off
your love is satisfying
it leaves me addicted
Thank you for the privilege of being your bride!
Read part 1 here In Lagos, I fell ill as soon as I landed. The city is crazy. The traffic is unholy and the carbon monoxide infested air is an extension of hell. I didn't want to get back on that road to any hospital so we got a qualified nurse to come treat me at home. The Nurse said she couldn't treat me except I did a pregnancy test alongside malaria test. Both came out positive. I was glad that the sickness wasn't Lagos madness inspired. My baby must have wanted to notify me since I refused to take a second look. Unfortunately, she used one of those quinine brands in attempt to protect the baby. She sadly didn't check with me first. I became miserable from all the itching like one who hugged devil's beans. I tried to rest as much as I could and thoroughly enjoyed both my family and ministry itinerary while being pampered like an egg. I preached passionately at the event I was invited to. I talked about loving God and serving him devotedly even when disa
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