Reviving Lost Easter Tradition
Papi, an old man, wanted to make the Easter celebration special for his grandchildren. To him, the current festival wasn't symbolizing the season as it should—looking at how the…
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Goals Are Important
If you don't have goals, you will always work for someone who does. Goals are important, not only because we have a dream to pursue but because we have something to work toward…
Zapfic50friday: Cheat
The election conducted in the city of Ibadan was not fair and free. Poverty was weaponized and the vote of the people was bought, it further escalated to snatching of ballot…
Silence: The loudest voice
The streets are desolate, the city has lost its voice Thatches that once mount the hut now tramples the floor The chirping and howling of birds fade with time Only ruins lies…
From Survival to Humanity: Can We Reclaim Our Values Before It's Too Late?
Change is constant, and as the world evolves, so do humans and their behavior. While positive changes exist, negative ones are equally prevalent—from assault to fraud and crimes…
What Is Faith?
Hebrews 11:13 KJV 13 These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that…
Zapfic50friday Writing: Farewell
Mukti held his hands firmly, her heart heavy with the thought of not seeing him again. The other soldiers who had accompanied him home stood apart, waiting for him to bid her a…
The Mask I carry
It was Tuesday morning, March 2nd. I had gone out to check my mailbox when I saw a letter tucked out of the box. I pulled it out and realized it was a letter from a city in an…
Is planned obsolescence good for companies?
Planned obsolescence is a business strategy where products are intentionally designed with a limited, artificial lifespan or to become unfashionable, forcing consumers to replace…
Africa
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestors…