Forgotten (Episode 3)
My sisters soon rushed into mama’s arms screaming as though mama had just come back from Aba — where she usually shops for her business.
Diary of a Lagos Dreamer (Part two)
Diary of a Lagos dreamer is written by Ruth Felix, a young amazing and talented writer in Lagos, Nigeria. The story is told of a sad and frustrated young lady in Lagos who finds herself in a job for 15 years, working tirelessly and in futility.
This is the same lifestyle of many Lagosians and Ruth brings us to this light.
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A Step at a Time
There is no elevator to success, you have to take the stairs.One step at a time,but step wisely.
One step at a time, but step wisely.
Motionless Emotion
Our minds are the most significant instruments given to us to launch ourselves to an everlasting happiness; everything we do or become is a reflection of the way we employ our minds and brains. How you look at the many problems that come your way, how you solve them, how you achieve your biggest dreams, whether you achieve them or not; whether you even set yourself any goals at all is a pure reflection of the way you use your mind, and the only way given man to use his mind out of problems is by THINKING.
Life is one continuous journey of dealing with challenges; we move from solving one problem after another and the primary way we solve problems is by thinking through problems.
In fact, people shun or mock characters who always carry their problems on their lips; rather, they’re attracted to people who give the impression that all’s well, even if it isn’t.
Are you still thinking? Go read the rest of this post and share what you think.
Forgotten (Episode 2)
Thirty minutes into the prayer, just as we were about to round up with the “litany of our Blessed virgin Mary” prayer, we heard a sound that had stopped us short. It came from inside mama’s room so we all stopped to listen. “Jonah!
“Jonah! Hannah?, ina ku ke? Sarah?” it was mama and she was awake.
The Night I’ll Never Forget
I prepared my bag and waited for them so we could leave together as time wasn’t on our side any longer. They had gone into the bathroom together to save time and had kept giggling to themselves all that time. Useless girls, I said to myself wondering what could have been so funny in there.
Diary of a Lagos Dreamer (Part One)
Lagos 10:00am I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. We hold this truth, that all men are created equal. Chibuike turned the article face down. She did not understand the reason she spent most of her leisure hours reading Marthin Luther King’s speech, maybe it made her feel like she had a dream too. Every single read made her read more, a miserable attempt to search for something, anything, that could speak to her, only her. She stared at the book making a move to pick it up. The article, in a way left on the inside of her a confused desire, an intense longing to take from life more than it had given to her. Chibuike always wanted a great life, recognition and all. She even felt irritated when she, at 17, found her mates at…
Forgotten (Episode 1)
Yesterday, Mama came back from her shop a little early than usual, she had that pale look in her eyes, I could recall noticing how slow she was, preparing my sisters for school that morning. She didn’t answer our greetings or asked if we had gone to the chapel like she used to, she just walked unsteadily passed my kid sister who was playing on the mat and before she could open her bedroom door, she passed out…
I am Aj Oti (Joseph Oti). I’m a Writer from Cross River State Nigeria. A final year student of University of Calabar, microbiology department.
SOW WHAT YOU WANT TO GROW
I am sure this is the first time you read a writing of me. Well, let me welcome you anyway. In the next few minutes, several letters and a couple of paragraphs; we are going to talk about a real story. If I say real, yes, I mean it is something I have experienced. You will not only enjoy reading me, I will share a lesson I learnt with you.
GELÊS ARE EVIL
It was on that day, June 20, at about 9 am that I knew that there was something called the “destiny-changing” slap. Now don’t ask me what I did as if it is not what I am about to tell you.
The Day You Will Laugh
I know you knew all of this, that it was a mirage, a scam in the biggest definition yet you sat down that Tuesday evening to send the text that read, “yes, I will be your girlfriend” … but I get it.
INDELIBLE MARK
I find extreme pleasure in taking a look at the “mini-dramas” that happen in our lives. Like the man that stops at the bar at exactly 7:00 am every day before heading to work, I think he’s pregnant.
ALL STUDENTS NEED TO VISIT PROJECT WRITERS NG
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