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Welcome Reader,

Woaw! I am so happy to start this blog and share my thoughts with you. I hope that with time I’ll be able to touch your hearts with my articles and stories. I have always thought of how to reach out to the world with writing and then this blog idea came up. #Sighing# people have different ways of passing across wonderful messages to the world; some through movies, others through politics etc. but for me, It’s going to be right here. I just feel so happy_I feel like am flying on a sunny day with the blue skies_They are above me. To me, this blog has given me wings and You are like the sky_ the blue skies. Special thanks to God, my mum, my sister(dubem), Mr. Balami and You reading this_ y’all made the dream of a once 13 year old girl who sat alone one recess period and wanted to share her thoughts with the world come through in your different ways. I love you all. Voom, let’s make this happen.
Grace Okogwu.
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