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Twinkes not Wrinkles 


Twinkles not wrinkles

Those I want for the season

The reason but no treason

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Twinkles not wrinkles

They come naturally

Please let them be

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Twinkles not wrinkles

In my eyes not on my brow

That’s all by Grace

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Twinkles not wrinkles

You want those too?

If yes, you welcome

If no, I know you nought.

Up and about this Saturday for some respite

P.s: Wishing us all the best for the season, new year ahead and life in general

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Author:

Marie Angele Abanga (simplified to Marie Abanga) aka MAG likes to describe herself as a “Jacqueline of several trades”. She is an everyday woman and mother with a zigzag profile. Let’s give it a try! She is an Activist, an Author, a Coach, a Consultant, a Feminist, a Lawyer, a Lecturer, a Prince 2 Project Manager, a Psychotherapist, a Philanthropist, a minister of the Word of God and...! She just loves to sum it up by saying she is a person of passions and a tale of talents. Her life’s journey has filled over 6 books already and her three musketeers keep her busy at home. MAG is also the founder and CEO of the association Hope for the Abused and Battered, and the Country Director of the Gabriel Bebonbechem Foundation for Epilepsy & Mental wellbeing. The plethora of life's experiences and shenanigans she has lived through and learned from in near 4 decades of existence, have equipped her with such an arsenal to coach, train and motivate just any and everyone. She is so charismatic, dynamic and full of life, going by her designed mantra of 3Ds: Determination; Discipline and Dedication. These sum her+her quest to be the best version of herself and impact others perfectly. She attributes all her wealth of knowledge to her conscientious attendance of both informal and formal school.

2 thoughts on “Twinkes not Wrinkles 

    1. I sure did Doc, and was actually inspired to write this poem while sitting there and getting bored. I decided I didn’t want any wrinkles from an event I had no control over, and so I left with a cousin to his home to couch crash. I was lucky his twins whom I hadn’t yet seen, got up and I sang them back to sleep. You can imagine the twinkles in my eyes even as I write this. For me, meeting them and cradling them via smiles and back to sleep, made my whole outing worth it. Thank you always for your on spot comments.

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