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This Story about Harry Houdini will make you question your own mind. By Prince EA Shot by Change for Balance

Once I accept a client I protect him, There are no expenses it’s a free service, He cannot think feel or dream, He gets so lonely yet not nervous, The dead stay dumb and completely tarnished, My clients end up in a box mission accomplished. I take thousands of clients in seconds, With a guarantee of secrecy and silence, I’ve offered a change of scene to millions, I’ve given hope to some sick ones, Still, no one hopes to see my face, Not even James Hadley chase. Knock knock who is there I feared, Oh, it’s your loved ones offering flowers most rare, Sorry human he’s safer dead, Leave the flowers on the grave he knows you care, You don’t have what it takes to make this corpse walk, Even you have got a short time to live true talk. Saefhenry osas

He sells love to women, She sells love to older men, Unlike her husband, he listens to her calls it hustling, She takes care of his needs for the sake of surviving, They say they are under the upper hand. Five years after graduation, Been telling loved ones to hold on, It’s another year again, Now he betrays older women for the gain He says he’s under the upper hand. I have been stuck in my daydream, To be among the A team, My face seems to be shrinking, My mind is crumbling, But I am still under the upper hand. We all want to be in the upper class, That’s why the worst things in life come free to us, We all go crazy for a couple grand, Forgetting we will all return to sand, At the end of the day, we are all under the upper hand.                                                                                  saefhenryosas

Something in altitude kindles power-thirst Mere horse-height suffices the emir Bestowing from rich folds of the prodigious turban Upon crawling peasants in the dust Rare imperceptible nods enwrapped In princely boredom.   I too have known A parching of that primordial palate, A quickening to manifest the life Of a long recessive appetite. Though strapped and manacled That day I commanded from the pinnacle. Of a three-tiered world a bridge befitting The proud deranged deity I had become. A magic rug of rushing clouds Billowed and rubbed its white softness Like practiced houri fingers on my soul, And through filters of its gauzy fabric. Revealed wonders of a metropolis, Magic-struck to fairyland proportions. By different adjustments of vision I caused the clouds to float Over a stilled landscape, over towers And masts and smoke-plumed chimneys; Or turned the very earth, unleashed From itself, a roaming fugitive. Beneat

A walk to remember Jane woke-up early in the morning for a walk on a lonely road around her neighborhood. She walked a couple of blocks from her home as she came across a park that was unfortunately left open by its careless keepers, She usually visits the park on specific occasions but this particular visit was not planned. As she walked into the park, the whole place was so quiet because it was too early to be at the park at that time, even the park keepers were not present by the time, she was there. The environment was so full of green plants and beautiful flowers, as the monkeys hung on a tree, playing with one another, and birds on trees sang love songs to their partners on nest, while from a long distance one could hear the flowing water sound rumbling as it moves swiftly away to an unknown course, with the frogs croaking and the crickets crocking, this harmonious combination of sounds made the environment so surreal and peaceful by creating a great sense nature. The m

-I will make $1 Equal to 1 Naira- -Uninterrupted Power Supply -Free/ Improved Education -Employment/ Stipends for Unemployed Graduates  -Prompt Payment of Pension  -Infrastructural Development  -Reduction in Fuel Price    Two bad surroundings, Our politicians and election times, Some fanatic idiots find their stale promises outstanding, But I, take no leisure in weighing their crimes, It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one. At 2018, they all be promising good roads, Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point, Somewhere there my soul explodes, It's almost stupid to expect they won't disappoint, But when the truth is replaced by silence, the silence is a lie. At such I speak in my own words, Find them worthy or vote not, The bag of rice and onions are tools to buy your swords, You've got to understand it's all a small green plot, Anything is better than lies and deceit, get your PVC and stay woke!