This Is Who I Am.

Hi people!

My name is Damilola Makanjuola. I'm a female in my late teens that loves to write. I used to have a WordPress blog that my friends loved but because of the number of blogs out there and the pressure of work in school, i began to cut down on my writing even less until i forgot my password and couldn't retrieve my WP blog so i'm starting afresh here. I'm really sorry about the challenges you might face while trying to post a comment but i can't help it. That's how annoying Blogspot can be. Please try to drop a line if you can and i'll definitely get back to you!





Please subscribe to my blog if you please! I know i have a long way to go but what better place to start from than here? What better time than now?

Thank you in advance. And yeah, Happy New Year :)

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  1. lanreekemode20 February 2014 at 04:16

    Hello. I shall stalk your blog from henceforth

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    1. Unknown25 February 2014 at 04:23

      Beautiful female stalkers are always welcome! ^_____^

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