LIFE IN ALL SPHERES
For the first time ever in my city — Port Harcourt, there is a PAINTBALL MEET (or WAR START meet). It happens amongst friends, amongst colleagues at work, amongst members of a particular church or circle. But it has never happened amongst people who had no common grounds, asides being from the same city. ALSO …
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YUBEDEE PYAMENE ANOKARI “Teach us this day that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom”If only we truly lived while we had the time, then we wouldn’t be so scared and utterly bothered about dying. Truth is, everyone(we all) will die someday, some how, it’s just a matter of time. Living our lives may seem …
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Yubedee Pyamene Anokari Getting into the university, I fell in love with Dami at my first year. For the first time in as long as I can remember, a girl actually loved me and cared - true love was here, or so I thought. I didn’t want to rush things, so I took it slow. …
Ibinabo Sekibo After reading the first part (the previous blog post), many readers kept on clamouring for the second part of it. And so, here is it. THIRD ROOMMATE: SOPHIE Host: Hello, good evening; I am Sekibo Ibinabo. A lot of persons today, want to know what it is like having Co-Ed roommates; and so …
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Ibinabo Sekibo The prospect of people of the opposite sex living together in a room isn't quite much of a thing. But when its people who are not related romantically or by family, that's when it becomes a thing. On the blog today, we have our guests: Sophie (the lady), Honour, Emmanuel and Paul Kay; …
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So, last week; I left my house for a vacation. (Smiles) Yes, not at the Bahamas, but at a friends place to take in new air. Well, one of those days; I woke up and was chatting with this lady, I had not even said my prayers. She asked me how my night was; I …
So, for a while I was hit with the block. It was sad because I really wanted to write; but the words were just not hitting me. Well then, today is the day the secondary (or high) school I attended was found or more like created. So, seeing the repost on the stories of my …
Spent the evening of yesterday,under the sunset;and on the roads we walked,recalling memories.Memories dressed like kids,who knew they could die any moment.Memories of how we played,under the moon light,even as I stroked your hair,It's really long, you know?The hair, I mean;And then I told you stories.Some fake, most real;and you'd laugh,and tell me how lucky …
I had stumbled upon this post written by young Tehillah Friday. It was so so evocative that I couldn't pass up a chance to have it here for you to read. Maybe a true story, maybe not. But as you read through, learn to be nice to people; you never know what they're going through. …
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