Josh Effiong: Diaries, Dreams & Dues
When we were born, happiness was without a price tag and we felt our heart bubbling with joy every time the cloud gathered. For the sound of raindrops was tinkling cymbals to our spirits as we ran with a little piece of clothing on our…
Jerome
Those who lag behind in life’s race, are they God’s specimens to the experimental end of eliciting our gratitude?
