Love on Time!
It is quite sad that we do not know what we have until we lose it. It is funny how a man suffers all his life with no help from family or friends. But his burial is a pricey ceremony of friends and enemies, giving a pep talk of his life on earth. What good is it now? I observe that the best deeds of a man are recited at his burial ceremony. Also, that much love is shown to a corpse or a man on his deathbed.
Tell me, what harm can this do? What harm can love do?
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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…