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Blood 🩸 Heart ♥: The Story of Love, Untold 8

The eighth series of “The Story of Love, Untold” rides through the essence of Blood Heart, representing love’s vital force and passion.

This heart, pulsating with rich, flowing blood, is an emblem of the life-sustaining energy that love injects into our existence.

Just as blood courses through veins, nourishing and revitalizing, love permeates our lives, and the Blood Heart embodies the nature of love, a force that beats at the core of our being, propelling us forward, and fueling the very essence of life.

It teaches us that love is as crucial and elemental as the blood within us, a relentless tide that shapes our journeys and defines our humanity. Remember to hit subscribe to receive notifications of new episodes on Afriqai Podcasts.

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THE MASK BY Ikoro Iyineleda

maskkOne that has nothing to hide will not strive to conceal it. Thus the reason behind the cosmetics, the make-up, the dress sense that the average woman ever strives to have – to that extent where she even would it be imposed on the average man, which he then usually ignores. For the fact it is that the woman has a whole lot much more to hide in terms of that lack of beauty that she thereby strives to conceal, than the man that cares not how he looks. And it is that same fact that has women ever strive to conceal the passion for pleasure that would the man believe she cares not for sex; and that has the man, not being driven by the same intensity of passion, bother not about hiding his own – less intense – passion for that same sex. And, not only because of that part of human nature that believes all men (and women) are inherently the same, but also because the man rarely ever strives to conceal his passion – for he has not as much to conceal as the woman does; all a man has to do is spend a second’s attention on a woman, and she will instantly conclude that he is also burning with the passion that ever sears her flesh – and, at that moment, would his be doused by hers.

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