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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.
Fallen Angel is a debut novel from the stables of Facebook’s Queen of suspense, Queenbee Aurora. It is a bloodcurdling tale of love, sex, abuse, hate and revenge curled into one suspense-filled romantic story of a high-class prostitute, who became a prostitute after suffering different abuse at the hand of a man, whom she was forced to marry. It tells of her travails as a high-class prostitute, falling in love with a billionaire widower and her struggle to keep her past, from destroying her new life.
GOOD NIGHT. Author: Paul Abiola Oku-Ola My pen refused to write Even after doing everything right And going down to plead Still it refused to give heed 'Let me lie That I might be with him on high Let me journey with the soul Who made for us a gorgeous stole Chinua is...
CHINUA ACHEBE LIVES ON Author: Umebei Ndubuisi The demise of professor Chinualumogu Achebe who was one of Nigeria's erudite scholars caused a stand still in the world. He was respected worldwide for his renowned intellectual disposition, literary prowess, and life of...
Dimples of Freedom. Author: Mbizo from Zimbabwe . Dimples of mighty river donga, river Sokoto flowing honey of liberation, dripping sweetness of decades Of freedom harvest Taraba and ekuku flowing with seasons coming after one another Winters in tears and summers in...
ACHEBE; A DEAD THAT LIVES Author: SALAMI UGWU LAWRENCE. Men live to die; that's uselessness, But you Chinua, live, die, only to relive. Elegy we will write, Dirge humanity will sing tirelessly, For to mourn you Achebe O! What sweet pleasure we gain. People thought...
The capital city of Anambra State, Awka was yesterday thrilled and overwhelmed as the Anambra State Chapter of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers Anambra State Chapter held a one day literary programme in the memory of Late. Prof Chinua Achebe. This great...
By Izunna I. Okafor With our pen we speak, Not that our voice is raised at peak. The ink outpoured by Pengicians Appears like rays of stars in the bans of magicians Who brought the pen to the earth with which the men have grained and breathe The lower ones are...
By Oladele Oluwatofunmi My thoughts keep calling me away, At exactly 5:20am ,my phone's buzz Called me back to reality, I was having an exam at 8:00am , I had slept off while studying... I was lost in my dreams, sitting close to the river bank,where the moon...
A Story Series By Eunice Oladeji The few fortunate ones, like my father, were the medical students of the University College, Ibadan, who got the opportunity to complete their studies in the University of London. It was there that my father met my mother who...
Birthed under the waxing crescent moon, After rigorous nine moons in sacred shade, Questions allude his new state Thirst for answers, hungered for power Are the gods really to blame? For the decisions made To satisfy our selfish desires and opulent taste, Painting our...
By Similoluwa Joel I jerked awake, my muscles popped as my hands wrapped around the chair arms in a deadly grip. From the deep recess of my sub-conscious, I had heard a heavy rumble, and felt my seat vibrate. I glanced around the silent room, disoriented for a...
