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𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒕
The prettiest artwork you can find in the world is nature. Ever noticed how colorful they are? It's always a green, blue and white effect.. When the golden rays comes up it…
Samson
@fisam23
A teacher, book publisher and a deep thinker.
Lagos, Nigeria
Let's Crotchet A Baby Gown.
Some weeks ago, I shared my first Crotchet here. Today, I'll be sharing the fourth one. Yes.🤭 I'm so excited for the growth so far and I know that it'd get to a time where I…
Crotchet A Cup With Me: My third crocheting.
Continuous practice makes perfect. I'm excited at how I'm getting better in my crocheting journey. What seemed difficult for me in the beginning is now becoming so easy, that I'm…
My Second Crocheting: Crotchet a Baby Shoe with me.
The first time I posted here, it was sharing my first crotchet design with you. As a beginner, it was a very tasking work for me but I decided not to give up. Eventually, it…
MY FIRST CROCHETING.
I have been following the many posts of the amazing needleworkers here and each time, I'm amazed at how something beautiful can be made out of something. I've always watched my…
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S&S Invitational: Thriller Edition
🕺 Welcome to the Scholar and Scribe Invitational 🕺 The Invitational is our bi-weekly, super-duper, writing contest. It is where we match quills and draw blood all for the sake…
When Helping Hurts.
I have always loved giving. Infact, my mum was the one who taught us how to give. She would give out almost everything she had just to see others happy. I remember how one…
Failure: A Stepping Stone To Success.
When life gives you a reason to be sad, you have every reason to give life a hundred reasons to be happy. When most of the things we plan in life doesn't yield the expected…
The Village Life!
I still remember the day my family moved from the city to a small town. Everything felt different - their way of life, their accents, even the houses. They fascinated me. I had…
~A Close Call~
The first time I travelled to the East was when I attended the burial of my father-in-law. He died the very week I was to go and 'pluck a flower', as the Igbos will call it. In…