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A young boy from a family of four is faced with a difficult family dilemma just as every other member of his family is. His father had decided to add to
the family in a way that posed a threat to other members of the family; and while his mum seemed helpless, the boy alongside his brother was
determined to distort his father’s intended move. The young boy had a scary dream that morning and that only compounded his worry. He suddenly realized that the situation at hand was more complex than he could have imagined it to be.
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This book essentially, shows some basic tools of effective self-leadership, that when the principles are deployed as plainly highlighted, would enable the individual make a difference in his or her leadership functions.
True self-government begins with understanding the real ethics, values and good morals.
Its all about the ability to handle oneself intelligently in every matter or aspect, whether in attitude, actions, conduct, relationship, thoughts, in situations and conversation.
Lines, Crooked like the Nile is a collection of poems filled with imagery and garnished with the condiments of other necessary literary figures that make poetry what it is.
This story is inspired by true life events. It was the early 1940’s, the air was thick with dew and the ground beneath flush with vegetation. All neighborhoods or most rather, wore the ever-glowing look of home, a feeling every kid should have during their formative...
Mme Jacques Cartier-Bertrand sat in a daze, her glassy eyes, red and swollen, staring at no one in particular. The salty stream of clear liquid pouring down her face was completely ignored, causing a wet patch on her black Yves Saint Laurent top that she wore. Her...
I like the way Jerry says my name without really seeing me there. He drawls it out like a silent prayer, like a whisper to a god you know has already answered your prayers, a sigh. "Nesi" "Yes brother" "Get me a cup of Akamu" "Yes brother" "Nesi, take this dirty cup...
Jide had wondered why everyone seemed to ignore him even before the funeral procession began. He saw all his childhood friends around, moody, teary eyed and refusing to talk. Even Kebiru, the notorious school bully was seen with traces of tears in his face. Was this...
I was in my penultimate year in the university when I first met Jamal. He was seconded from the Police Academy's medical college in an exchange programme. For a policeman, you'd expect a strong, tall and huge build - Jamal was the exact opposite. It must be why he was...
Edet sat before the review panel. His heart was pounding. He had enjoyed five years full scholarship scheme with added international networks. He finished top of his class. It had been no surprise. Or maybe a little since he had strong competition from his fellow...
A girl hung herself in my office this morning, looking at her body slowly sway, turn and twist, I had to think about all the possible explanations I could give my wife. I have also taught about that empty fan hook before, it had this appeal, it looked like it could be...
First, we had the problem of handling so many entries via email. A lot of writers want to get published here. So we decided to create a uniform system so that admin would work easily and accept your story easily. Now we have submissions that are sometimes not up to...
Love Lost They bade her goodbye She bade them good riddance They couldn't wait till she got back She couldn't wait till she left They counted the hours till the reunion She counted the hours till boredom She called every month Then the day came When they realized She...
It was 6:23 pm, and he was still on his work desk. Life and work balance has been a mirage so far for him. He has to slave, if he wants to eat. “Yusuf, the presentation should be ready before 7 am tomorrow. I cannot fall behind schedule, you know this is very...
