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I still don't really know what to say cause I'm not good at describing myself but I can say that my name is UKENI NACHIKAMBI .... Jesus advocate, lawyer, aspiring writer, world changer, and what you'll know me to be as we progress on this blog journey together.

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Well I'm tall, I love kids so so much, i never notice cobwebs, I love cakes, its going to be the biggest element at my wedding, I love my family and friends, you'd kill to have them. I'm also extremely introverted so don't have any expectations when meeting up with me

Now seriously, that's all I can say now, anything you still want to know? Contact me

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'Emeka is that you?' I asked expecting otherwise

'Nope' answered a female voice.

 Ha! I knew no girl, so who could that be.

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