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Name: Sonia Eric
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Age: 21 years old
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From: Delta, Nigeria
Joined: 18th Jul 2023, 3:19am
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From the depth

From the depth
All it takes is a particular time frame and all your values are depreciated.
I am a girl who believes in friendship and the power of ties. Something above mere acquaintance, something similar to blood or family. I would fight any who aims to harm the other, honestly.

Sometime late last year, this friend that I had trusted, someone I had made a close companion, someone I took as family, hurt me without realizing it.
Funny enough if opportune to read this, won't phantom out that I write about her.

Surely, there are disagreements sometimes but this time, I feel stabbed. Funny enough that I can't wrap my head around a particular fact that made me dread this friendship but I loathe the imagination of what she had inflicted.

A tiny insight...
... A sister's enemy, I made an enemy.
Isn't that what a sister should do?
But what happens when the enemy becomes friends with your sister, and they look at you like the real enemy?

Jugging through my thoughts today and with the new year, I promise to put an end.
Not to the friendship.
I'm putting more exclamations to boundaries. They would hear from me less, and see me rarely, and just then, they would wish for what had been, for what it was an unsaturated friendship.
I put a stop when I'm disrespected.

Maybe my English is too complex to understand, but I write from the depth of my heart.
This is my story.
Good night.

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New Yearβ€²s Eve in silence

New Yearβ€²s Eve in silence
As I sit here on the eve of the new year, my mind drifts back to a week earlier, when I had eagerly awaited the arrival of 2024. In my dreams, I had envisioned a grand celebration for the first day of the year, complete with a feast fit for royalty. Two succulent chickens would be the centerpiece of the sumptuous meal, filling the house with their appetizing aroma.

But as the first day of the new year dawns upon me, reality sets in. I sniff the air, hoping to catch a whiff of the tantalizing scent of roasted chicken. Yet, all I smell is the familiar fragrance of my everyday surroundings. I search my pockets, only to find them devoid of the funds needed to acquire the ingredients for my dream feast.

However, even in the face of this small disappointment, I refuse to let it dampen my spirits. For you see, the essence of the new year lies not in the material luxuries or extravagant celebrations, but in the joy and anticipation that it brings.

And so, with happiness illuminating my heart and undiluted excitement coursing through my veins, I step into the new year. My expectations soar as high as the fireworks that light up the sky above, for I know that this year holds endless possibilities, infinite opportunities, and moments of pure bliss.

I am not defined by the absence of chicken or lavish feasts. Rather, I am defined by the gratitude in my soul, the love in my heart, and the hope that guides my every step. No matter the circumstances, I choose to embrace this new chapter with open arms, ready to create, to learn, and to evolve.

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The Unexpected Victory

The Unexpected Victory
Nimbul is a community known for its athletic and nimble inhabitants, there lived a snail named Loel. Now, being a snail in such a fast-paced world was not easy. Loel was often underestimated and even bullied by the faster animals who held their speed in high regard.

But Loel had a dream - a dream to prove to everyone that speed is not the only measure of greatness. This dream brought him to the grandest competition of the year, held every December, where athletes from all corners of the community gathered to showcase their running abilities. The prize at stake was a whopping two million naira, an enticing prospect for anyone.

As the competition began, Loel faced skeptical gazes and whispers from the crowd. Many thought he had no chance against the swift and agile creatures that surrounded him. The faster animals, including the renowned Cheetah, were hailed as the favorites to claim victory.

However, as the competition progressed, something incredible happened. Loel, with his determination and perseverance, began to emerge as an unlikely frontrunner. With every race, he surprised both the audience and his competitors alike. The snail seemed to possess an inner strength and resilience that couldn't be overshadowed by his seemingly sluggish nature.

Amidst the gasps and astonishment, the crowd found themselves applauding Loel's tenacity and spirit. His shell glistened with newfound confidence, and his eyes sparkled with the hope of proving that he was more than meets the eye.

Finally, the grand finale arrived, and it was none other than Loel and the mighty Cheetah left to battle for the championship. The crowd murmured in disbelief, unable to wrap their minds around the unexpected turn of events. People even began to place bets against Loel, convinced that his triumph was an impossible feat.

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the race commenced. The cheetah, known for its lightning-fast speed, bounded forward, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. Loel, however, remained undeterred. With every determined step, he showcased a determination that defied all odds.

As the race unfolded before their very eyes, the spectators stood in awe. Loel steadily pulled ahead, leaving the cheetah stunned and struggling to catch up. The snail's perseverance and unwavering belief in himself propelled him forward, inch by inch, leaving the crowd bewildered and mesmerized.

Cheers erupted from the audience as Loel crossed the finish line, claiming the victory that had seemed impossible just moments before. The underdog had triumphed, defying not only his own limitations but also the preconceived notions of those who had underestimated him.

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Meeting with the birds

One sunny day, Mr. Thompson was tending to his garden, humming a cheerful tune. He carefully watered his plants, marveling at how they blossomed under his care. As he worked, a tiny bird with vibrant blue feathers perched on a nearby branch and watched him intently.

Curiosity stirred within Mr. Thompson, and he extended a friendly hand towards the bird. To his surprise, the little creature hopped onto his palm, its tiny feet tickling his skin. The bird chirped happily as if it knew it had found a friend in Mr. Thompson.

With a delighted smile on his face, Mr. Thompson gently stroked the bird's feathers, realizing that it must have been injured or lost. In his compassionate heart, he decided to take care of the bird until it was strong enough to fly on its own.

Mrs. Thompson, hearing the noise from the garden, came outside to investigate. When she saw the bird nestled in her husband's hand, she gasped in amazement and joy. The couple exchanged excited glances, silently agreeing to name the bird Blue to honor its radiant feathers.

Days turned into weeks, and Blue flourished under Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's care. They diligently fed it and created a cozy nest for it near their home to make it feel safe and loved. Blue's presence brought immeasurable joy to the couple, turning their simple days into moments filled with wonder.

As Blue regained its strength, a sense of restlessness washed over the bird. It would perch on the window sill, peering outside with longing eyes. Sensing Blue's desire to explore the world once again, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson knew it was time to say goodbye.

With heavy hearts, the couple stood by the open window, gently releasing Blue into the sky. The bird flapped its wings, soaring higher and higher, until it was just a speck in the vast blue expanse above.

Tears welled in their eyes, but Mr. and Mrs. Thompson knew that Blue belonged where it could spread its wings and embrace the boundless beauty of the world. They understood the importance of letting go, of allowing the ones they loved to venture into their own destinies.

Days passed, and the village continued its steady rhythm. But the memory of Blue lingered in the hearts of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. Whenever they heard chirping birds or saw vibrant feathers in the sky, they would smile, knowing that Blue was out there, living its life as it was meant to be.

The old couple's garden, once a place of solitude and serenity, became a gathering spot for birds of all kinds. Every morning, they would wake up to the melodious symphony of birdsong, a chorus of gratitude for the love and care the Thompsons had shown Blue.

One day, as Mr. and Mrs. Thompson enjoyed their afternoon tea, a familiar sight caught their attention. It was Blue, perched on the windowsill, its feathers glowing in the warm sunlight. The couple's eyes widened with sheer amazement and sheer joy.

Blue hopped into the room, chirping happily, as if to say, "Thank you." Mr. and Mrs. Thompson's hearts overflowed with a love that words could not express. They realized that the bond they had formed with Blue had transcended mere existence. It was a connection that touched their souls, reminding them of the beauty that lies in compassion and the power of letting go.

From that day on, Blue became a permanent guest in the Thompsons' home, a constant reminder of the love they had shared. Together, they created a haven of harmony, where love and friendship flowed freely.

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First Sunday of the month, who gets chicken and pork?

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Billie Eilish is very talented. Song has been a therapy to me.

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Medical school is not a joke, can not believe what I am seeing as my grade on the new released result

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Abeg this vocational aptitude, poems, home economics and the rest wey them for use cane kill me when I dey primary school. Which car them don use those subjects invent?

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I am looking for a second hand tricycle at cheap price to buy, please if you can help, do.

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