📷🖋️ Professional photographer, poetic writer, and master of crafting compelling copy for emails and sales.
📸 With a lens as my paintbrush, I capture moments that stir emotions and tell stories.
🌟 My poetic pen weaves words into tapestries of thought and feeling, evoking a symphony of sensations.
📧💼 And in the digital realm, I wield words like a maestro, crafting emails and sales copy that resonate and persuade.
🌍 Whether through the visual, the written, or the persuasive, I strive to ignite connections and inspire action.
Let's create something beautiful together.
📸 With a lens as my paintbrush, I capture moments that stir emotions and tell stories.
🌟 My poetic pen weaves words into tapestries of thought and feeling, evoking a symphony of sensations.
📧💼 And in the digital realm, I wield words like a maestro, crafting emails and sales copy that resonate and persuade.
🌍 Whether through the visual, the written, or the persuasive, I strive to ignite connections and inspire action.
Let's create something beautiful together.
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- Lives in Port Harcourt, Nigeria
- From Abia State, Nigeria
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- 22/11/1978
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- Sober Reflection
It was all joy and smile
As I rolled out of the factory.
Like a new minted coin, I shone.
I didn't worth much, but I was worthy and wanted.
Everyday was wishes of bliss.
But sooner I became an object of boredom.
A home to call mine I desired, or at least traded for a fair price;
But there are more where I came from.
Like a used and unwanted toy,
I was cast off, left alone on the lawn.
Pounded and drowned by the element,
But cleaner than yesterday I glow
Grilled and peeled by the element,
Left to rust and rot.
Hoping to break up, yet I wake up.
Not forever desired,
But eternally I live.
I am plastic.
- Jesse Adiele -
The Complex Simplicity, But The Simplest Complexity.Sober Reflection It was all joy and smile As I rolled out of the factory. Like a new minted coin, I shone. I didn't worth much, but I was worthy and wanted. Everyday was wishes of bliss. But sooner I became an object of boredom. A home to call mine I desired, or at least traded for a fair price; But there are more where I came from. Like a used and unwanted toy, I was cast off, left alone on the lawn. Pounded and drowned by the element, But cleaner than yesterday I glow Grilled and peeled by the element, Left to rust and rot. Hoping to break up, yet I wake up. Not forever desired, But eternally I live. I am plastic. - Jesse Adiele - The Complex Simplicity, But The Simplest Complexity.0 Comments 0 Shares 17547 Views 1 Reviews1
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