In the book of Malachi 


That fateful Sunday morning

She sat in church weeping

She was scared down to bones

In this world she was all alone

No one wanted to sit beside her

They all sat very much afar

Except him- The new boy in church

She had no hope- Give him till lunch

They would tell him the lies

Introduce him to the rumour that flew

She had never denied it

Because she was appalled at where the rumour was lit

Church where there ought to be redeeming love

Hearts of the believers- white as a dove

But instead they condemned her

They did not ask the truth – Never

He did not stop sitting beside her

Through the five months she had left

She finally wrote “I did not do it you deserve to know before I die”

And she put it in his Bible in the book of Malachi

“There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about”

Dear Oscar Wilde 💖💖

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.