I SAY MY NAME | an essay by Ayomide Ruth Oluwagbenga

Somehow, I’m tired. I don’t even want to prove anyone right or wrong anymore. A simple step in front of another took me out of the chair of boredom and desperation, and straight through the doors onto the sunny passage.

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