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…I miss the days when live was simple, when I didn't have to think of what to eat, what to wear, what to speak, nor what to do, and everything went easy. It never used to matter whether I knew what I was doing, all that matters was that I was active, alive and doing something. I close my eyes and imagine those good simple days and wish things remained the way they were, but quickly open my eyes to reality, to who I am today. its hard to swallow, am grown and have lost my innocence, lost my dependence, lost all the bliss I used to enjoy as dividends of my ignorance. I miss the days when life was simple, when I'll do the worse and everyone will say "Allow him, he's only a kid". What immunity! I miss being immune. I miss those days when live was simple, when I never used to know the distance of where I went, all because I was siting comfortably on somebody's back, then, a 10 kilometre walk and a 50 never use to make to me any difference. I miss the days when li

History of Biafra by Chinua Achebe - (Review) Achebe: an exhortation to better governance. No writer is better placed than Chinua Achebe to tell the story of the Nigerian Biafran war from a cultural and political perspective. Yet, apart from an interview with Transition magazine in 1968 and a book of Biafran poems, Nigeria's most eminent novelist has kept a literary silence about the civil war in which he played a prominent role – until now. In his engrossing new memoir, There Was A Country, Achebe, now 81, finally speaks about his life during the conflict that nearly tore Nigeria apart in the late 60s. In many ways, the early part of Achebe's life mirrors the story of early Nigeria. Nicknamed "Dictionary", Achebe was a gifted Igbo student and enthusiastic reader, a member of the "Lucky Generation" of young students who rubbed shoulders at top institutions under the tutelage of Oxbridge colonials. They were effortlessly absorbed into the media, industry a

Show me the man who's contented with what he's got and doesn't want more, and I'll show you a man lying in a coffin. The wants and needs of man are so insatiable and inexhaustible, and the realisation of one dream one births the question "What Next?". No matter how high a goal you set for yourself, No matter how tall an ambition you're nursing, No matter how unbelievable the dream you've got, No matter how unthinkable the vision you see, The day you lay hold of it, you'll get to confirm my paradox that ; THERE'S NOTHING LIKE SATISFACTION. It defies logic to know that the word satisfaction never existed in the dictionary of mankind, as the poise to get more always override his sense of satisfaction and contentment. Even at the peak of his career, he wants more, he wants to try something else, he wants to be something new, he just never gets enough. Don't get things twisted here, I'm not condemning who we are, follow me carefully and

Nigerian soldiers moved house to house on Wednesday in an urgent bid to hunt down attackers responsible for the massacre of 40 people who were shot or had their throats slit in a student housing area. The raid in the early hours of Tuesday near a polytechnic university shook the town of Mubi, located in Nigeria's volatile northeast, where Islamist extremist group Boko Haram has carried out scores of previous attacks. Last week in Mubi, Nigeria's military conducted a high-profile raid targeting the group, killing a senior Boko Haram figure and arresting 156 suspected members. Nigerian President Goodluck Jonathan called the gruesome off-campus attack "sad and shocking" but its motives remained unclear, with some officials suggesting the massacre may have been linked to a recent student election. Jonathan has ordered Nigeria's security agencies to investigate, his spokesman Reuben Abati told journalists. Police have given an official death toll of 25, saying at lea

Everyone has got Ability, but sadly, not all have got the Opportunity. We're all quick to blame the Prostitute, but we've got no idea about what pushed her to that Institute. We're all quick to say "She's merely a Tailor" but if she didn't struggle to be one, we'll still call her a Failure. Now he's done his best to become a Mechanic, and you gore him, tell me, who's going to fix your engine when it starts to Panic? You say he's too gifted to be a Bricklayer, but you hardly remembered him in your Prayer. *Deep thoughts here. Life Kicks Everyone's Ass One Time Or The Other. The best of men do not get the best of life everytime, and the ones who seem to be getting the best of life at the moment must have had their butts kicked by it one time or the other. Stay hopeful in this fight for success. Once you keep it strong you'll still get there. Its not the Honourable that turns Capable, but the Capable turns Honourable. Today you'

Millionaire offers $65 million to any man that can woo his daughter A businessman from Hong Kong has offered a $65 million dowry to any man who can win the heart of his lesbian daughter. Cecil Chao announced the financial reward of HK$500 million after his daughter, Gigi, married her same-sex partner of seven years in France earlier this year. “I don’t mind whether he is rich or poor. The important thing is that he is generous and kind hearted,” 76-year-old Chao was quoted as saying. “Gigi is a very good woman with both talents and looks. She is devoted to her parents, is generous and does volunteer work,” he added. He also rejected “false reports” that Gigi, 33, had married abroad, saying she was still single. Chao, who owns publicly-listed property developer Cheuk Nang, could not be reached for comment. Same-sex marriages are not recognised in Hong Kong, a socially conservative Chinese city where homosexuality was decriminalised in 1991. Chao is well known in Hong Kong’s soci

Life's essay has got so many punctuation marks repeated as many times as possible, but features just one Full stop. *If you've not gotten the ".", then you don't give up, it simply means the essay continues. Challenges that come in life, merely punctuates the free flow of life essays, as none is capable of ending it. As we journey through life, we'll encounter situations and occurrences that could feature more than once in a lifetime. Life's essay is only ended where death (The Full stop) meets it, and until that final punctuation, no punctuation (Situation) should be mistaken as the end of the road. Life's essay comes in different styles and formats; Some have it long, Some have it short, Some have it suspense filled, Some have it thrilling, Some equally have it free flowing. What you're faced with at the moment(once it doesn't kill you), can only be a part of the essay, and it will sooner than later COME TO PASS away. Friends, because you w