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The Missing Piece
I have been in solitude for a long time, trying to find a burning flame that would make me squander time pondering. Here I am, sinking in a drought of thoughts about his meditation sounds. His earthly nature, yet I…
How Can We Overcome Disloyal People?
1) Honesty Honesty plays a prominent role in ourselves and the people around us. The most crucial element that destroys us; sincerely knowing we are hurting our loved ones. What is honesty? It’s a truthful factor that defines who we…
Until When
It is precisely 1 minute until midnight. It has been a long time since I’ve blogged, but today I wanted to ease my fears into writing. I am angry, mad, and sad at myself for something I never prayed for…
“Quench”
There have been nights I have been lazy. Seconds, minutes, hours, and times, I didn’t want to do anything because I was either lazy or remembering the nights I spent with my twin flame, praying to the Universe for the…
“A Day Forgotten to Remember”
Midday sun has gotten very tiring, hungry as a lion from a long flight. The streets and buses are congested with massive and heavy construction workers hammering the roads with concrete and mud all over the city. The market places…
A Dedication to My Brother’s Wife (Ada Lawson)
I see her, and I see a strong, dedicated woman with a willing spirit A woman, indeed to listen and adhere to her secrets of growth, nurture, and beauty When I met her, I felt a sisterly love; one I…
“The Beauty of Africa”
In my heart, I had this desire to make a change, possibly not to rule the world but to invent the creativity to impact the world through writing. It hadn’t occurred to me at that moment that having a smile…
“A Letter To My Younger Self”
Growing up as a child, I would wake up to an environment full of hopelessness; I am not too fond of that word because it never worked for me. In aggravation, I wanted better. I wanted to be better. I…
“It’s the Love For Her”
Feeling crazy Feeling touched Like the breeze of the cold, I feel his warmth yet freezing. His hands feel dead, like the shadows of the dark. His legs between her legs His caresses she feels numb His kisses alive yet…
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Ruby Karyo is my name. I was born in the beautiful country of Ghana. At the age of twenty-three, I moved to America with the possibilities of becoming a philanthropist, film director, and an author. Yes, it’s been said that I have some ambition
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