HAPPINESS IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT IT TO BE!
For happiness… he wished to be in their shoes. Yes, but who doesn’t like the good taste of honey and as the day passed, his desire to become rich increased. He still died an unhappy man.
Forgotten (Episode 4)
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…
The April Letter
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
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.
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 Problem of the Day and the Sea of Bribery and Corruption
For it was also said “there’s enough for everyone’s need but not for everyone’s greed”, the act of greediness in our society has helped in promoting bribery and corruption. Not only has it promoted bribery and corruption, it has also been the reason for the failure of many talented young Africans! When I say the failure of many young Africans, I mean not to say it’s the fault of theirs, no! But it is as a result of their supposed positions (in education or employment opportunities) being given to others.
It’s a pity! It’s devastating to see the Careers of these young talented Africans come to a halt because they refused to indulge in bribery and corruption. In fact, it’s heart attacking!
Let’s join hands together to bring bribery and corruption to an end in order to solve the problem of the day.
Arise Africa, arise Ghana.
PEACE!
I’m Abdulai Halidu popularly know as ABC.
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…
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.
I Need Feminism
I need feminism because I’m tired of hearing pastors and bishops telling women that they are irresponsible for been single at 35 years old
I need feminism because I hate it when my president thinks a woman’s place lies in the kitchen.
I need feminism because my worth and esteem as a human is not and can never be tied to my MASCULINITY
I need feminism because I hate it when the male gender makes choices for the female gender
I need feminism because emotion doesn’t ask or care about your gender
I need feminism because I don’t want to find an excuse to justify rape
Why do you need feminism?
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.