Every day, every hour, every minute and every second these men in uniform die in our bushes, our creeks, air and even our roads. They die defending our peace even if it means they, dying in pieces. I am not a soldier, but I feel the pain and agony

Before father's became men, they were boys. The process of been a man is very crucial. This is were passions are formed. Goals are redirected. Love or hatred is nurtured, Values are been set. Careers, ambitions and other live choices are developed

To the fathers that still rise early and lay back late, The ones that will do everything possible to put a smile on our face. Father’s day depicts greatness

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SHARE THIS POST:  MOTHER BY MAYOKUN ADELEYE   Mother stands in gap for me; Her knees planted on the solid Rock, Arms raised and stretched between thunderous claps, Snapping her fingers to match the rhythm of wordless groans, Her energy flows through syllables that command light into my world. Her voice pierces through the void ...

SHARE THIS POST:ACROSTIC: AMID THIS PANDEMIC COVID-19 STAY SAFE WRITTEN BY EMMANUEL IKOROMASOMA   ABOMINABLE Alas! Shadows now the people on our streets Making merry an ordeal situation, I’ve danced death but not this beat, Doctors alone can’t save this lamentation.   The crowns and rags are not spared, Holistically it treats all equal, In ...

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SHARE THIS POST:  The atm is rude when it pushes out your card saying server inoperative or when it tells you to visit your financial institution! You’re left wondering what’s wrong. Network is rude when you’re having a long, interesting talk with a friend and you suddenly get cut off due to insufficient airtime or ...