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Picture Credit :Anelale Nájera   She said,  Stick to your voice Don’t let anyone tell you neither They will come as they go  Like footsteps leaving footprints As life as always let me behind     She said,  Fear those  friends of yours Who keep acting strange  like the owls and the vultures They have wings And they will fly And their legs will even leave you behind   She said,  Walk by the path For the sun is yet to go down When it does the lamp comes on So that old age won’t be a waste  Even if y ou turn out blind   She said,   Run now that you can   Work now that you still can And S cram the forest   For there, the meat lies   So that you won’t grow up hungry Before your muscled feet will puff     She said, Be selfish once to thyself But give also to others, learn to give Giving is planting good seed The  beautiful flower is the honor But the fruit thereof is the blessing   So that ...

Dare had tried everything he could to get by even at the expense of him forfeiting school to help his family through these stormy times. His Mom had been sick for some time now and the hospital bills are piling begging to be paid. He knows no rich Uncle or Aunt, he has no one of good standing to help. Yet, he lived by working like a jackal to see his mother well because he believed her health is paramount as she was of great importance to him. He rarely eats as he ought to, even his clothes appeared worn to the extent that he could be mistaken as an unkempt person. As he made his way to their rented apartment after a long day of intense manual labor, his stomach grumbled loudly. He was hungry and undeniably tired as he couldn’t seem to feel his leg. The smell of freshly baked bread filled his senses putting the tiredness at bay but his stomach grumbled loudly. He didn’t know when his legs moved toward the fresh smell. He came back to his senses when he felt his knuckle on the door but ...

MANY people largely have a surface belief of the sense of judgment which is synonymously close to condemnation. Even though we aren't supposed to judge others yet we ought to realize that we need to judge ourselves. Believe me, there is so much "I don't" "I mustn't", "I shouldn't" that we tend to rehearse and affirm them with words highlighted as nuggets. We do this at all available times and even subconsciously due to what issues we seemed to be faced with yet we leave out the authentic meaning and don't even act out the words. Are we ready to change this narrative or  Are we truly all hypocrites?  Just because his sinful act is so glaring you are ready to condemn whereas yours isn't far-fetched but very close as everything you do appears in the dark and you think no one sees you.  Just because you've known her as a liar you're ready to condemn whereas you told a white lie just a few minutes ago. Oh! It's a white line ...

  T here were instances when I read about death and the dead yet a 7 minutes fiction story on a beautiful insightful representation from a particular writer under the Granta guise who believed to have a logical explanation using storytelling to illustrate the Death custom was eye-opening. I don't remember her name precisely but she wrote a lot about her character's feelings and she also described their regrets. My take from what have read and also from the happenings around me poked me to write this piece. When someone dies, we mostly react in whatever way our temperament dignifies with specific on how the corpse is related to us. I remember when someone very remarkable perished on my birthday, it was heartbreaking and strangely weird. I collectively nursed the feeling of revulsion,  towards celebrating another. From then on, my birthday became a day, just like any other day. I felt there was no grateful significance for why I should be happy when someone had to die on that da...

  In the past year,  I have listened to a lot of youth talk and rant as the economy is and was. In the past two days, many truths were known and many realizations acknowledged. I remember that moment when I got to admit point-and-click that this place we live in is not a home. Shrugs, we just need to deal with some hard truth that All is Vanity. They say home is where the heart is yet the heart itself is not at peace. Yet, I say again we call that home. Okay, even if God said occupy till I come, really that brought tears to my eyes. Occupy? Really? With what precisely? With the way, times are that to make ends meet is like finding a pin in a stream. Look, I'm just a person saying what I feel, the way I know-how. I'm stressed out with the generalized advice people give but in our down moments and weaknesses, we tend to have the courage to encourage ourselves even when those close to us see differently. So, What do I do to occupy? What does the air do occupying? It's business...