A samurai with two swords A poet with mean words A prisoner with freedom thoughts A King and his subjects A queen and her maidens A student of knowledge A pregnant nun All searching for the reality beyond time and space Have you ever wondered why Oliver asked for more? Or why you are never […]
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So here I am. . .after over a year of not blogging. Not that I haven’t been writing or lacked what to talk about, as it is the case with most wanna-be bloggers like myself, you should expect flaws like this one, as many times in one year. Though I have written articles (technical and
I could decide to pick a prostitute and “sex” it away I could decide to get a wrap of ganja and smoke it away… Or visit a “pharmacist” to sniff it away I could decide to spend all day and night in a bar drinking it away At least I know, like my friends say
Been almost a year since I expressed my thoughts and feelings here. . .Not that I found a new space to express them but the will and time to write just hasn’t been there, until four days ago when I was buzzed on YM by an old friend, a staff at Standards Organisation of Nigeria.
Deciding where to start this article was as tough as deciding to leave the only Spanish speaking African country. Do I start by describing the tutelage of the protocol officer, Emmanuel, assigned to us by the foreign affairs ministry, who did his work with so much zeal and passion right from my arrival till time
When I’m hurt. . . I’m..hot. . . I’m lost… In thoughts… Every hair strand on my body gets dreadlocked… My brain like two threads deadlocked… The realities leaves me shell-shocked. . . When I’m hurt, I dont cry. . . I wear a big smile with mediterranean water dripping from my eyes Thats how
A very dirty denim jeans, uncombed hair, bushy beard, dusty sneakers, bag strapped to back (with ‘Zainab’ my laptop in it) like a baby will best describe my appearance as I arrived in Kinshasa via Brazzaville. I knew one thing for sure, that life in Congo DRC will be nothing near exciting as compared to
I’m in Nigeria on official assignment (Obudu Ranch in Cross Rivers State). . .Yippppeeeee!!!!. . . I love official assignments, especially when its to Nigeria for no other reason than to hook up with family and friends. AUYVC is an acronym for African Union Volunteer Corps. Its a continental development effort that aims at giving