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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.
It is 3am In the head of a poet are words seeking freedom. the hand beckons the pen for their salvation. each stroke is Moses parting the red Sea. words hitting pages like prayers hitting heaven a thousand more miracles unfurl before dawn. he learns to set words free...
...the story of a young Christian who found answers Everybody has a story. But I was born without a story and not till I clocked 18 that Reverend Thompson, my father, decided it was high time he explained how he, a white man, fathered me, a black boy. I remember that...
I just saw a post by a friend, he promised to write stories for people because he was bored and probably lonely and horny. Now sex is both a depressant and a stimulant, I think he chose a perfect moment to write. Like sex, there are a lot of odd situations that...
Have you ever thought about the important parts of your story? Stories are supposed to help you capture, engage and retain the reader's attention. There are sections of your story, I will call "hotspots" and they are: 1. The title or topic. 2. The First paragraph. 3....
UNITED STATES OF AFRICA By the River of the Niger, there we sat down We enjoyed life before we were termed, clowns We lived in harmony living in our own towns We never knew sicknesses such as the syndrome, Downs There we were when the ships came and had us raided Took...
When I got a copy of Zarfi and she wants my Jollof— two stories written by Damilola Jonathan Oladeji, I was super excited. Maybe because I have read a few stories written by the same author and each time, I wanted more from where they came from. When I...
“So, how far boy? How the test go?" Nnanna asked, a wide grin spread across his face. He placed the rizla on his right lap, and slowly put the ground weed on it. “Nna eh, ogboni wan kill person.” Dozie was hanging his shirt on the fence. He was obviously not in a...
The famous chant that depicted an impending demonstration woke me from my nap one fateful afternoon. I had stayed over on campus with one of my friends so I could enjoy the uninterrupted power supply as exams were almost upon us. I read all night and up until a few...
Chinwendu Queenette Nwangwa is a member of the CFW writing community on facebook and she is organising this writing contest. The Retell Writing Competition starts 12:01am(Nigerian time) on the 20th of May(tomorrow) and I hope people are getting ready to bring...
They say love can be found at the oddest places and at the oddest points in time. This was true for me, it had happened to me a couple of times before, but the most recent was a meeting between two volcanoes whose lava formed the bed of a gentle sea. I sat at the edge...
