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Yasmine Ouirhrane’s fight for women & peace

Yasmine tells that, “as the daughter of an Italian mother and a father who immigrated to Italy, I’ve struggled all my life to be integrated and accepted. This award symbolises a milestone and a big step towards the integration of all young European citizens.”

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Wadi Ben-Hirki Blankpaperz

Wadi Ben-Hirki is the brilliant 22 year old founder of WB-H foundation, working in Northern Nigeria. She’s involved in policy influencing / development work. She’s currently a country representative for a Chatham House Project to Connect youths in Africa & Europe on policy issues.

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Oshioke Raymond Asada’s Real Life NYSC Experience Could Make You Want to Serve and Get into the NYSC Scheme Immediately!

Would you rather serve Nigeria or like others say, not waste your time? Raymond‘s mom sent him off for NYSC just like that but was he sure he could survive? You should step into his NYSC journey and learn a thing or two from Raymond

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There was a lot of struggle and students had to push each other. The university surveillance had to intervene and who is at fault here? Should hundreds and hundreds of university students have to queue up only to be attended to by just a few staff? Should students also be hit with big sticks so as to control them?

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I got into mama’s room to find Hannah mopping mama’s face again. She had tears in her eyes, and mama, she lay too still. I stepped closer, placed my palms on mama’s forehead, she was cold and her earlobes seemed to have been oozing blood. I also saw similar redness beneath her nostrils. mama, mama. I wanted to know if she could hear. She didn’t answer or move an inch. Hannah returned her gaze to me, her eyes inquiring, wanting to know what was next. But I was as blank. I thought to run to doctor paul, but he was never in his clinic on weekends. I tried to call his cell but it didn’t ring – I should have known. He wouldn’t have his phone on by 07:15am on a Sunday morning. My gaze strayed around the room, hoping I’d see something that would give me an idea. Boxes…

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I have desired so much in life, to be great, an actress, a broadcaster, a model, a lawyer, a humanitarian and I have been all in writing.

I still communicate with my hero every now and then. He has most of my beautiful written works.

Works written on the Sands of time. 

Ngunan Ioron Aloho
Social Activist | Educator | Entrepreneur | Writer

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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.

Read, comment, share and love!

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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.

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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…

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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.

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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.

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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.

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So, yea… in other words, I am done
With half-hearted conversations and forced relationships,
With friendships that feel like walls and eyes too eager to impress.

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