Viktoria Rayman is third child out of six.I was born on the 16 of december 1993...I went to lordstar primary school where I studied up to primary one before moving furher to philomena primary school.I did my secondary school yrs in lagos state model college igbokuta and currently I study biochemistry in the university of ilorin..... more »
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Omomayowa Yusuf Poems
I Miss You More Now
I miss you more now than I did yesterdae, And I'll sure more than do on the morrow. This feeling won't stop bugging at my dae, Of being incomplete,
A Letter To My Never Ever Lover......
How do I start this sadness-ridden letter? Which I write to you my never ever lover, I am forced at last to push the sadness over, Here goes my pen, my never ever lover.
Moi Irreplacable Momma...
You! Who refused d comfort of sitting despite the labour pain but withstood your stand just to give me the perfect shape.You! Who proudly bore the mark of my bite as your baby's teething growth.You! Who tearfully nursed my fever when jaundice gave a call.I say You! Whom without, I never would have been! Yes You! Moi Irreplacable Momma!
I'll Wait For U
Through the cloudy sky, Through the starless night, Through the crescent's smile, I'll wait for you.
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I Miss You More Now
I miss you more now than I did yesterdae,
And I'll sure more than do on the morrow.
This feeling won't stop bugging at my dae,
Of being incomplete,
its a sorrow.
I miss you more now like I used to have you,
And I'll sure miss you just like I'll never ever do.
But this thought keeps nagging like hammer on anvil,
Of me missing something,
Like I lost a brown saddle.
I miss you more now like its song to my ears,
And I'll sure miss you more when I'm dancing to a duet.
This thought on my mind and its ticking like a clock,
Of me finding what 've ...