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A good decision

Turns out my decision to stockpile my house with foodstuffs in December was not a stupid one after all.

As soon as I got my salary, I gathered everything, I mean every dime I made in December and went to get food items.

From rice to beans to noodles to spaghetti to custard to salt,oil,tomatoes, to egg, you name it. There was nothing edible I didn't stockpile.

My friend advised I keep some money at least, that it was stupid to spend all my salary on buying just food. I don't know if it was stubbornness, but I refused to listen.

My neighbour was even asking if I wanted to start a provision and foodstuff store.
Hehe😆

Two months down the line and I am still reaping the rewards of that decision. The prices of these foodstuff have now gone up crazy from the prices I got them in December.

Take spaghetti for example. I bought a carton for N10,500, today a carton of Golden penny spaghetti is N16,500. Rice was 58k in December. Today it is 90k+. If I sell some of my food items now, I would make really good profit.

Some of my food items are getting exhausted, like milk, golden morn, cornflakes, etc... Hopefully, when I have bulk money, I'll go stockpile them again.

Cause these are things I consume and the price will continue to skyrocket whether I like it or not.

Investing my money on food so that on Days when I go broke, I won't have to also go hungry. No matter how empty my account gets, reaching home knowing there's food in the house gives me peace, at least.

Again, it felt like a stupid decision then, but I am glad I took it.

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BEYOUND

Above the horizon my gaze magnifies
Far,the sun sets but within,my darkness looms
I look at my future my past yonder
I dream of a place
Where my dreams come alive

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A Football Adventure

We just concluded our cell fellowship, and every second we spent there was remarkable. After a brief photo session, I started to stroll back home reminiscing over the fellowship's activities and whispering little remarks to myself all the way to the last street leading to my lodge.

The formerly narrow, bushy path was now smooth allowing a wide, extended view as far as the eye could reach. I came across another fellowship that had made use of the spacious area to congregate while still providing little room for passers-by.

A few distance from their assembly, I arrived at what would become the last obstacle: a football field with only eight players and two substitutes praising the lads, perhaps, their supportive acts will earn them a spot to play soon.
The only logical approach, given the amount of dust in the area, was to develop a guide in advance and navigate my way through. The ball was zooming around the pitch at a dangerous pace since these boys were playing with tremendous energy.

'To be forewarned is to be forearmed.' My narrowed eyes continued to observe the position of the ball while I planned how to evade it if necessary. From an unsuspecting distance, one of the players fired a shot towards me, this guy must be Haaland from the trenches.

The only strategy I had thought of was evasive, but there wasn't much room for it from where I was standing—an open well and a filthy gutter on one side would make it impossible to maneuver with the incoming missile.
There was a fork in my plan; I could attempt the evasive strategy and deal with whatever disaster ensued, or I could launch a counteroffensive and emerge unharmed.

Settling for the latter was now inevitable. Mustering every energy, I swiftly positioned my foot and sent the ball flying back to its owner. Their regretful exclamations transformed into ovations and shouts of joy, the onlookers weren't left out in the miniature celebration; while some clapped, some yelled "chairman!!!"

Despite the shock my foot received from hitting the ball, I was delighted in that moment. Amidst the cheers of delight, I carried on with my journey, nodding with supreme satisfaction at such gallantry.

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MARRIED AGAINST MY WILL

MARRIED AGAINST MY WILL
*** Married Against My Will **

Episode 2

" then follow me " she said, shakily as she began walking deep into the bushes.

I quickly came behind her , assisting her as she led the way.

we walked for about some minutes, that I was scåred it would āffect ñeñe health.

" ñeñe, would you like to rest for some while ?" I asked seemly w0rried.

" oh no, my dear we would be right there" she said smiling revealing her brown teeth.

we walked for some few minutes more before we stopped.

she turned towards me

" close your eyes?" she requested with a motherly tone.

" ñèñè why ?" I asked gazing behind her

" do you trust me ?

I nodded, signaling that I trusted her more than my life itself " yes "

" then close your eyes" she said.

I took in a few breath, before I closed my eyes.

she smiled satisfyingly, as she grāmmbl£d her hands against the wall, clearing a bushy part.

" open your eyes now " she spoke and I did.

my gaze flutter, as the view of the other side of móiizil town.

móiizil was the main capital of our village, it was 200 miles away from our village, it was a busy town, though it was still a village but few people had electricity.

My father, had always told us stories about it.

the title " móiizil kingdom" when pronounce by my father sounded heavy like the type of n0ise associated with b0'mb.

it was deep, so myst£rious, that my father always voiced it in a hushed tones, wearing such a respectful expression as if he were speaking of God's holiest of holies. going to móiizil kingdom, must surely be like a paying God a visit. móiizil kingdom must then be like heaven.

" ñèñè, how did we get here in a couple of minutes, I thought coming here would take about 48 hours " I voiced in my question

she laughed skeptically, while shaking her wooden walking stick.

" guess been the oldest woman, I am the only person who knows this short passage, when I am about to di£, I would tell the next oldest person in line, this road is for our āncestors, it confidential, " she said sitting down on the bāre grass.

as we watch the busy road together.

" you remembered, the first time i met you here ?

I nodded remembering that day, I was out as usual just plucking leaf and trying to come up with some treatment for scorpion antidote, cause it had stūng my friend.

" I thought you had already found the secret passage, I was scåred not even the king knows about this road " she muttered.

" but I realized that you don't know anything about this road, " she laughed softly.

" you know, you are the only child I trust " she spoke, it was truth, and I knew it.

ñèñè, apart from the kids, boys and girls of my age, though ñèñè cared for them but she never trusted them.

" I would rather brēak the rules, than to let you down " she spoke.

I felt emotional, tēārs welled up in my eyes, not even my mom could understand or do half the things she had done for me.

she was the only one who trust and believed in me, I could remember clearly how she would give me money to buy books from my brother, since there was no book shop in the village not even the next village.

sometimes I work in other people's farm to earn some money, but I soon realized that after I was done with the job and requested for my pay, they would tell me that my mom had already collected the money for my job.

when I get home and c0nfront my mom, she would ask me wether am paying for living in her husband house, and how ungrāteful I was.

but ñeñe always made sure she finds ways for me to get books, I was able to learn how to write and read on my own, I was only privilege to meet the village typewriter, once in the yam festival, and as God may have it, he was so fond of me.

I noticed how his eyes would wandered on my brēāst and then on my butt*cks but I was aiming for one thing that day, which I got from him, in promise to meet him at móiizil town, after giving me his address.

but I never showed up, he had help me with some correct words and an " spelling" book, to straighten my pronunciation.

" when you get there, go straight to the bus stop and take a bus that will take you to the big city ' Lagos ' , there you see help, and meet alot of educated people and things you may have never dreamt of " she said with a lot enthusiasm in her voice.

" things like what neñè ?, have you been there before " I asked out curi0sity

" don't mind me, just some old woman imagination " she said laughing softly but she knew I wanted to know more.

" okay I will tell you, I was once a young girl like you too, I was once a maiden in móiizil kingdom, once when the missionaries came , I was able to collect one of their news paper, there were beautiful cars and road and lot more " she said

" how can I thanks you enough? " I asked snìffing back my tëārs

" don't thank me " she said with a smile,
loosing her wrappers as she put some cowries on my hands.

my eyes wìdēn seeing, such an amount of money for the first time.

" ñèñè how....?

" you need it more than I do ”

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" what would you sūrvivē on, if I should take this ?

she laughed seeing me w0rried.

“ don't be that nāìvē my dear, you do know about the privileges I get been the oldest person in this village, right ?"

I nodded, knowing fully well.

“ Good, take this money, go get your things by night and flèè away from this village, my child " she spoke

“ where do I run to ?, how do I sürv¡ved, I have never been anywhere else this village?" I expressed my fèær to her.

the thought of leaving the only place I had known all my life.

she held my hand quietly, comfortingly.

“ you would be fine, you would come out victorious and build the school for girls and electric and good road, like you had seen in those books of yours, that you had showed me " she spoke encouragingly.

" thank you ñèñè " I mumbled embracing her.

" thank you for believing in me ” I said disengage from the hug.

" come let's go, before they noticed my ābsence ” she said in a cheerful tone.

I nodded wìping my tëārs.

" cover this passage with the grass, so no one would sūspect anything" she spoke.

we both began to use the grasses to cover the passage.

we headed back home.

I couldn't stop the smile on my face, the whole day.

soon the day got darken, I was so happy and for the frist time I assisted my mom clean the kitchen and prepared the meal for dinner happily.

after we all had gone to bed, it was about 1am in the morning, quickly as possible I packed all my useful cloth and wrappers.

I sneak out of the hut, dropping the lamp on my bed side, kï'ssing my sleeping younger sister good bye.

I quickly check outside the hut, if anyone was outside but no one was.

I quickly rush outside, I was setting my legs to rūn, when I saw my mom

with an evul grim on her face

" my husband, come and see ooo " she sh0uted enough to wake the whole villagers......

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Blood and Water

In a small coastal village nestled between the rugged cliffs and the vast ocean, there was a legend that had been passed down through generations. It spoke of a mysterious connection between blood and water, a bond so strong that it could alter the course of fate itself.

The legend told of two siblings, twins born under a rare alignment of the stars. One was named Luna, with hair as dark as the night sky, and the other was named Sol, with eyes as bright as the sun. From the moment they were born, it was said that their destinies were intertwined, forever bound by the elements of blood and water.

As they grew older, Luna and Sol discovered that they possessed unique abilities. Luna had the power to control the tides, to summon great waves and calm storms with a mere flick of her wrist. Sol, on the other hand, had the ability to heal wounds and illnesses with his touch, his hands glowing with a warm golden light.

The villagers revered the twins, believing them to be gifts from the gods themselves. But as they grew older, jealousy and greed crept into the hearts of some, leading to a tragic betrayal that shattered their bond.

One fateful night, a group of villagers seeking to harness the twins' powers for their own gain ambushed Luna and Sol. In the chaos that ensued, Luna was gravely wounded, her blood staining the rocks as she fought to protect her brother. Sol, consumed by grief and rage, unleashed his healing powers in a desperate attempt to save her.

But as his hands glowed brighter than ever before, a powerful surge of energy rippled through the air, merging Luna's blood with the waters of the ocean. In that moment, a brilliant light enveloped them both, blurring the lines between reality and myth.

When the light faded, Luna and Sol emerged changed forever. Luna's wounds had vanished, replaced by shimmering scales that glistened in the moonlight. And Sol's golden light had transformed into a radiant aura that enveloped them both, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

From that day on, Luna and Sol roamed the land and sea together, using their powers to protect those in need and uphold the balance between blood and water. And though their journey was fraught with challenges and dangers, they knew that as long as they stood united, nothing could ever come between them again.

And so, the legend of Luna and Sol lived on, a testament to the enduring power of love and sacrifice, of blood and water intertwined in an eternal dance of light and shadow.

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Lizard the Champ

Lizard the Champ
Once in the animal kingdom, there was a lion who constantly boasted about being the strongest and most fearsome creature around. He would challenge any animal he crossed paths with, and time and again, he would prove his dominance at the field of battle. When his opponents gave up, the lion would chase after and eat them, much to the cheering and medal-giving joy of the village.

One day, a very confident lizard with a quick wit and loads of courage arrived in the kingdom, accompanied by his friend, a wise old goat. The lion, not expecting anything different, immediately challenged the lizard to a battle. Normally, when the lion charged, his opponents would scatter in fear, but this time, the lizard stood his ground, much to the surprise of everyone.

The lion, taken aback and bewildered, saw the lizard approaching with precision and determination, not a hint of fear in his eyes. Startled and nervous, the lion hesitated and then turned and ran for dear life, leaving the lizard nodding with satisfaction and proudly collecting all the medals from the awestruck onlookers.

From that day on, the lizard's unexpected courage and bravery earned him a reputation as the greatest warrior of all time in the animal kingdom. Even the lion couldn't argue with the new title, and the village erupted into celebration, marveling at the newfound hero, who had proven that sometimes, the smallest and most unassuming creatures could achieve the most astonishing victories.

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Who is the Cleverest, Sheep or Lion?

Who is the Cleverest, Sheep or Lion?
🐏🦁Who is the Cleverest, Sheep or Lion?

A very long time ago, there was a crafty lion and a clever sheep. One day, the clever sheep was eating some grass in a clearing with his friend when the crafty lion came creeping across the fields towards them. When the lion came out of the tall grass the sheep prepared to run because they were scared of his sharp claws and his big teeth. ‘You do not need to run away,’ said the lion in a friendly voice. ‘I am simply here to tell you about a lovely fresh water lake just beyond these fields. Why don’t you come with me and have a drink.’

The clever sheep knew better than to trust the lion, but his friend was very thirsty and so agreed to go for a drink with the lion. The clever sheep warned his friend but the friend did not listen.

And so the lion lured the sheep into the tall grass with the promise of fresh water. The lion looked all about to make sure that no other animals were around to help the sheep, and when he was sure they were alone he pounced on the unsuspecting animal, and ate him for his dinner.

Later that day, when his friend did not return to the herd, the clever sheep was sure that the crafty lion had eaten him. ‘That is ten sheep this month,’ he thought to himself. ‘I must do something to stop the crafty lion before I lose all of my friends!’

And so the clever sheep warned the rest of the herd about the crafty lion and his tricks. But the silly sheep did not listen, and as the weeks and months passed, the crafty lion lured more and more sheep into the tall grass with the promise of fresh water. And it was there that they met their grizzly end.

One day, the clever sheep decided that it was down to him to do something about the crafty lion and his wicked ways.

The sheep sets a trap for the lion

The clever sheep waited until nightfall and then crept out into the clearing next to the long grass. When he was sure that he was alone, he began to dig a very deep hole in the ground. When this was done, he built a huge fire at the bottom of the hole then covered the hole over with reeds and grass so that the smoke would be hidden from view.

The clever sheep waited patiently until dawn, and just as the sun was rising over the fields he heard a familiar voice coming from the tall grass.

‘Why don’t you come with me, little sheep. I know of a fresh water lake just beyond the fields where you can enjoy a cool drink of water.’

The clever sheep did not move from his spot. Instead, the sheep said, ‘why don’t you come out of the tall grass and I will show you where you can find lots of sheep to eat.’

The lion was indeed very crafty, but he was also very greedy and could not resist the temptation of such a huge dinner.

‘Come with me,’ said the sheep once more, ‘and I will show you where the herd lives.’

And sure enough, the lion stepped out from the tall grass into the clearing. But as soon as he stepped from the grass, he fell down into the deep hole and burned in the roaring fire set by the clever sheep.

‘That is the end of you and your wicked ways,’ thought the clever sheep to himself. ‘Now us sheep will be safe, for a while at least.’

When the clever sheep returned home he told the rest of the herd about his victory over the lion. They all cheered and congratulated their friend, and they all asked how he was able to kill the crafty lion when the beast was so big and strong yet he was so small and fragile.

‘It was simple,’ replied the clever sheep, ‘all I did was watch and learn from the mistakes of others.’

The clever sheep then went on to explain how he had watched the crafty lion lure his friends into the fields, and he also explained that this was how he had learned of the lion’s greedy nature.

The rest of the herd listened closely to the clever sheep and so they too learned never to trust the lions again, and they also learned how important is was to listen to good advice given by a friend.‌‌

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🤝 A Tale of Friendship 🤝

🤝 A Tale of Friendship 🤝
Two friends had a falling out, and one of them began speaking ill of the other to everyone they knew. 😡

But then, they calmed down and realized they were wrong. They went to their friend and started asking for forgiveness. 😌

That's when the second friend said: 🗣️

"Alright! I'll forgive you. But under one condition." 🤔

"What condition?" 🤷

"Take a pillow and release all the feathers into the wind." 🕊️

The first friend did just that. They tore the pillow apart, and the wind scattered the feathers all over the village. 🌬️

The contented friend returned to the other and said: 😅

"I've completed your task. Am I forgiven now?" 😄

"Yes, if you can gather all the feathers back into the pillow." 🙄

But as you can imagine, it's impossible to collect all the feathers back, just like you can't retrieve the hurtful words that have already spread throughout the village. 🙅‍♂️🗣️

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MARRIED AGAINST MY WILL

MARRIED AGAINST MY WILL
** Married Against My Will ***

Episode 1

My parents were going to marry me off to settle their d£bt.

I grew up in an polygamous family, my mom was the number three wife, my dad has five wives.

I grew up, with twenty one siblings, three boys and eighteen girls.

it was a tribe and tradition for a man to have a male child, my dad frist and second wives were unable to birth any male child, they were seems as bā''rren women, who were unable to bear the real children since a female child is not considered an heir.

I never saw my dad frist wife , only her grā"ve that was behind her hut.

she had given birth to seven girls, according to my mom she had di£d carrying the eighth pr£gnancy, though she was advised by the midwives not to attempt getting pregnant again, but she refused, cause she couldn't bèār the shãm£ of not giving birth to a real child ( male child).

she couldn't bèār to see her co wives give birth to the frist male child, though my dad had also wãrñed her not to c0nceive again but she refused and took in, she di£d during lābour though it was a male child as she wanted but he also pass on with her immediately after she di£d.

that was when my mom came into the picture, she gave birth to six of us, two boys and four girls.

while my dad fourth wife , gave brith to six daughter and a son.

I was worth more than my elder sisters, because I was younger, prettier, more endowed and a v¡rgin.

They had sold us off, one by one, to send my brothers to school and pay for their apprenticeship.

all my sisters were already married off, immediately they saw their womanhood.

Except I and my younger sister ewomi who was 12 years old, and hasn't seen her w0manhood.

We were the sācrificial lāmbs.

My two sisters and fourteen step sisters, and now it was my turn.

We were like corn and yam to be traded for a better deal.

But I had a plan

I was just 15

But I had seen my womanhood one year ago.

So I knew what I had to do even before the set date.

I was the youngest yet I had the boldness of my father.

My beauty came from my grandmother.

I took nothing from my mother

I hāt'ēd her as much as she d£spìsed me.

"You are different, stū'bb0rn and us£less," she would often say.

I would reply, "why, because I refuse to be like you?"

Instead of sweeping and cooking, I preferred reading the few books, I secretly took from my elderest brother in rewards to do his assignment, which I don't mind, as far as he let me have his books without anyone knowing.

Female weren't allowed to go to school, they believed female ēducation ēnds in the kitchen, but a male child who do ēxploit.

and secretly learning herbal m£dicine from ñeñe oma, the story teller and the oldest woman in our village.

"Don't worry, a husband will cūre you."

My mother will say, when ever she finds me not interested or not listening to her usual morning sermons about how to please a man.

I would respond

"Did yours cūre you?"

And she would chāse me with her slippers, but I was faster than her.

I was the fastest in the entire community.

So, one morning, my father called me and my brothers together for a meeting.

My mother was f0rb¡dden to attend, but I could see the grin on her face as she prepared the meal and boiled the meat we were to eat during the meeting, I already knew what was to come.

My mother wouldn't smile while she cooked for me to eat with my father and brothers except something s¡ñister was lurking around.

"Chi, my father said, you have seen your w0manhood now, so it's time to contribute to the well-being and welfare of the family." my step brother said

"As you know, your brothers need to pay their fees and renew their apprenticeship, so it's on you now to support the family that has supported you to womanhood."

My brothers had no brāin, they had fåil£d their examination countless times, but my dad was bent on making them go to school, even though he knew clearly that their brāiñs weren't met for school.

I turned and saw my mother smiling and nodding as she stood by the kitchen door, listening and watching me, f0rb¡dden to even sit with her family for this meeting.

"Ok papa, I will do as you say."

I heard myself say in a voice I did not recognize.

My father was surprised, I guessed he expected a f¡'ght, but I wasn't going to give them that pleasure.

I had always been the g0at among my family, and everyone knew it, I was as stū'bb0rn as a g0at '

"Good, you see, your w0manhood has brought you wisdom. Prepare, for your husband will come in the next three days, your dowry has already been paid in full."

We all ate in silence.

"You are all dismissed!" He said in finality."

I was 15 when we had this meeting.

At 15, I had bū'ttocks the size of a full watermelon and my brèāsts were round like ripened oranges

My hips were large enough to support my full bū'ttocks and my waìst was tîny on a very flat stomach.
I hā''ted the attention it brought me.

I had a plan

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I couldn't let my father marry me off to that old man.

chief moñî, he was an @bū''sers and a w0mān¡zer

over the years he had married eight wives and five d¡£d due to his constant b£āting and mā'ltr£atment.

of course his wives couldn't seek for help, that because no woman is given a listen ear.

it either you give birth to a son who you could use to communicate, else nothing.

he was well know for tr£ating his older and younger wives as slāve, they work on his farm day and night without rest.

I had over heard my step mother, telling my mom about talking my dad out of marrying me off, to chief moñî, but my mom ¡gnored her and told her to mind her business after all, all her daughter had been married of, or should I say s0ld off.

I prepared a plan to run away, but I couldn't there was no mean of trānsportation, in the village.

I didn't want to marry him, I wandered around the bush not plucking herbs, as usual for ñeñe oma.

my eyes w£lled up knowing I couldn't escape from this nïghtmãre.

" why are you çr'yiñg my dear child?"

startled by the voice, I turned behind me, my stomach grūmbled involuntarily, seeing ñeñe oma

she was too old to come out in the bushes alone considering her old age, she could have sent someone to come look for me, if she so wanted the herbs.

" no ñeñe oma " I pr£tended blowing my n0se and sniffing back my tëārs.

" oh child, I know how páïñfül, it is to be married āgainst your will ?

she said, stūnned and surprised, while looking at her with a questioning gaze.

" ho...how did you know, ñeñe oma ?

" don't you want to escape and achieve your dreams?" she asked with a shāking smile.

she was the only one who knew my passion to go to school and be a better doctor and tr£at alot of people for free.

I nodded frantically

" then follow me "

Episode 2 typing......

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Dogs Are Best Friend of Human

Dogs Are Best Friend of Human
Dogs Are Best Friend of Human
Dogs are friendly and they love human. Your dog waits for you by the door, face smiling, mouth open and tail wagging, ready to dote on you, his best friend in the world. When you're happy and excited, your dog will leap about you and share in your joy. Dogs are playful. They love physical activity such as going for walks, fetching sticks, leaping into ponds, and racing wildly to and fro.
Dogs can be trained so that they can easily cohabitate with us in our human-built dwellings. They can also be trusted to act appropriately around other people and in public. Dogs can learn to save nature's call for outdoor walks, to walk on a leash when on public roads where cars lurk, and to sit and to stay whenever and wherever necessary.
The family dog is as much a part of daily life within a home as is any human household member. They can readily go places with us in cars, everywhere from a romp in the local park to a family vacation. Because they can travel with us, they can be a part of our lives in a way that most other companion animals can't. As dogs can participate in many of our most unusual experiences and outdoor adventures, they become forever associated with many of our most treasured memories. Does the family have a large fenced yard where a big dog can romp in safety, or a cramped apartment suitable for small dogs only? Can the family pet care budget support a large dog with a large appetite?
A safe environment is, of course, a must. Indoors, be sure that cleaning products, medications, houseplants and other potential poisons are kept safely out of reach. Our dogs are always there for us, day and night, sharing in every activity from breakfast time through a cozy evening spent watching TV. Above all else, dogs deserve gentle handling and an abundance of our time and attention. Love can make a dog's world go round as much as love makes our world go round.
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In the Storm

Victor and Eseme, pals connected by friendship and a mutual love of the sea, set sail on their dependable boats, eager to discover the secrets that lie beyond. However, when a violent and merciless tempest struck, their adventure took an unexpected turn. Their boats were tossed around like toys as the storm wreaked havoc on the sea.

They tried everything possible to keep the boat afloat and it seemed to be working at first, and they were confident that with their expertise, this ocean will be simple to go through without struggling for it.

But as the storm continued and their strength began to fail, Eseme prayed to the heavens above in a shaky voice and with hopeful eyes. And just like that, the turbulent sea was suddenly miraculously calmed down—as though nature itself submitted to the force of Eseme's passionate plea.

Victor and Eseme looked out at the peaceful water, tears of praise spilling down their faces, their hearts full with amazement and awe. They continued sailing their boat towards the far horizon, singing songs of gratitude to God.

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Enjoying the Moments

Enjoying the Moments
Today as I walked to school, I couldn't help but feel proud of my neat and shiny shoes. The rain from a few days back had washed away the dust, leaving the streets with a glistening clean look. It wasn't often that the south east experienced such relief from the dust, and it was something to be grateful for.

My shoes still sparkled as they did when I left home, and with each step, I felt a sense of satisfaction. As I arrived at school, I noticed that everything seemed different. No one was fighting to fan themselves under the oppressive heat, and there was a notable absence of students crowding around the automated hand washing machines.

Even as we piled into the bus, there was a sense of ease and comfort in the air. The usual frenetic energy and complaints about the heat were noticeably absent. The coolness of the day seemed to have cast a tranquil spell over everyone.

While I was aware that the rainy season had not yet arrived and the prevailing weather was still the dry harmattan, I couldn't help but revel in the refreshing change.

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The football drama A SHORTA SHORT STORY FOR YOU 💪💪

The football drama A SHORTA SHORT STORY FOR YOU 💪💪
I watched a local football match in a school playing ground that was two years back 🔙 . As I sat down, I asked one of the boys what the score was.
With a smile, he replied; "They are leading us 3-0"😩😩
And I said, REALLY!!😂😂
I have to say you don't look discouräged🥺🥺
"Discouräged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look 😒😒
Why should I be discouräged when the Referee has not blown the final whistle??🌚 💁‍♂️
I have confidence in the team and the managers; We shall definitely overcome!!☺️☺️
Truly, the match ended 4-5 in favor of the boy's team!!🙂🙂
He waved at me gently, with a beautiful smile as he left; I was amazed, mouth wide open; Such confidence; Such beautiful faith🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️
As I got back home that night, his question kept coming back to me😤😤
"Why should I be discouräged when the referee has not blown the final whistle?"
Life is like a game🥺🥺
Why should you be discouräged when The Almighty God is your manager??🌚💁‍♂️ Why should you be discouräged, when there's still life??😒😒Why should you be discouräged when your final whistle has not sounded??🙃🙃The truth is that many People Blow the final whistle themselves🙂🙂
But as long as there is life, nothing is impossible and it is never too late for you🥰🥰
Half time is not full time and HIS calendar for your life is not man's calendar😇😇
Don't blow the whistle yourself☺️☺️
BE ENCOURAGED! DON'T GIVE UP🙏🙏
With God all things are still possible!"🥳🥳
Everyday is a fresh start with potentials🥴🥴keep the Faith 🙏🙏
keep on believing in God 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️
Never over until God the Referee of all referees says it is over🙃🙃
Enjoy your day and God Bless.

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I watched a local football match in a school playing ground that was two years back 🔙 . As I sat down, I asked one of the boys what the score was.
With a smile, he replied; "They are leading us 3-0"😩😩
And I said, REALLY!!😂😂
I have to say you don't look discouräged🥺🥺
"Discouräged?" the boy asked with a puzzled look 😒😒
Why should I be discouräged when the Referee has not blown the final whistle??🌚 💁‍♂️
I have confidence in the team and the managers; We shall definitely overcome!!☺️☺️
Truly, the match ended 4-5 in favor of the boy's team!!🙂🙂
He waved at me gently, with a beautiful smile as he left; I was amazed, mouth wide open; Such confidence; Such beautiful faith🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️
As I got back home that night, his question kept coming back to me😤😤
"Why should I be discouräged when the referee has not blown the final whistle?"
Life is like a game🥺🥺
Why should you be discouräged when The Almighty God is your manager??🌚💁‍♂️ Why should you be discouräged, when there's still life??😒😒Why should you be discouräged when your final whistle has not sounded??🙃🙃The truth is that many People Blow the final whistle themselves🙂🙂
But as long as there is life, nothing is impossible and it is never too late for you🥰🥰
Half time is not full time and HIS calendar for your life is not man's calendar😇😇
Don't blow the whistle yourself☺️☺️
BE ENCOURAGED! DON'T GIVE UP🙏🙏
With God all things are still possible!"🥳🥳
Everyday is a fresh start with potentials🥴🥴keep the Faith 🙏🙏
keep on believing in God 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️
Never over until God the Referee of all referees says it is over🙃🙃
Enjoy your day and God Bless.

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My choice

My choice
I was scrolling through my social media feed when a dazzling pair of red shoes caught my eye. It was love at first sight. The shimmering red color and elegant design beckoned me, and I knew immediately that I had to have them. To my delight, the post revealed that the seller was located just a few blocks away from my place.

The next day, eager and full of anticipation, I set off to visit the seller's shop. As I stepped inside, I couldn't contain my excitement. I scanned the assortment of shoes on display, searching eagerly for the one that had captured my heart. Finally, there it was, the gorgeous red shoe that had captivated me online.

With a sense of joy and hope, I tried it on. However, my heart sank as I realized that the shoe didn't fit me well. It was a disappointment to say the least. The seller, noticing my disappointment, suggested I explore the other options she had available. There were several beautiful and high-quality shoes, but none of them held the same allure as the red pair I had set my heart on.

As I left the shop, I couldn't help feeling a little disheartened. It was a shame that such a beautiful shoe didn't come in the right size for me. Perhaps another time, I thought to myself. I knew that I would consider revisiting the seller in the future, as she had an impressive collection of quality shoes for both men and ladies. Even though I didn't leave with the shoe I had hoped for, I admired the seller's dedication to providing top-notch footwear and left with a glimmer of hope for finding the perfect pair in the future.

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Alas a chilly night

Alas a chilly night
With every tapping sound, my hope grew stronger. Ig had started to rain some blocks away and I couldn't hide my joy as I picked my water cans and placed them on designed spots.

So after the intense heat that we have suffered so far, we are finally going to smell rain, I told myself.
The sound drew nearer and louder as the downpour struck the roof. It seemed to be one of these kind of heavy downpour that always lasted for several hours and I prayed it did.

I quickly slipped under my bedsheets, the temperature was already cold from the strong waves of chilly air that the rain brought along.
I was still fantasising and enjoying the mere thoughts of the rain and dozed off and the next time my eyelids loosened up, it was still raining.
With renewed joy I went back to my slumber.

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“Echoes of Agony: A Tale of Pain“

“Echoes of Agony: A Tale of Pain“
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaos of daily life, there existed a woman named Evelyn. Her life was a tapestry woven with threads of pain, each strand contributing to the intricate pattern of her existence. From the tender age of seven, Evelyn bore witness to the bitter sting of abandonment when her parents walked out of her life, leaving behind scars that refused to heal. With each passing year, the weight of loneliness grew heavier, burdening her soul with an unbearable ache.

Yet, Evelyn found solace in her art, channeling her anguish into strokes of vibrant colors on canvas. Painting became her refuge, a sanctuary where she could pour her heart out without fear of judgment. But even amidst the strokes of her brush, the specter of pain loomed large, a constant companion whispering tales of sorrow and loss.

As time marched on, Evelyn found herself ensnared in the throes of unrequited love. She gave her heart freely to a man who could never reciprocate her affections, and in return, he offered her naught but indifference. The agony of rejection gnawed at her spirit, leaving behind a trail of shattered dreams and shattered illusions.

Through the haze of tears and the echoes of heartache, Evelyn emerged stronger, her resilience forged in the crucible of suffering. With each trial she faced, she discovered new depths of her own inner strength, a flame that refused to be extinguished by the winds of adversity.

Yet, just when she thought she had weathered the worst of life's storms, fate dealt her the cruelest blow of all. A diagnosis delivered in hushed tones shattered the fragile semblance of normalcy she had fought so hard to maintain. Cancer, the word hung heavy in the air, a sentence of impending doom pronounced upon her fragile existence.

But even in the face of her own mortality, Evelyn refused to surrender to despair. Armed with courage born of desperation, she waged a valiant battle against the ravages of disease, clinging to hope like a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of uncertainty.

In the quiet moments between treatments, Evelyn reflected on the nature of pain. It was not merely an affliction to be endured but a crucible through which the human spirit was refined. Each trial, each tribulation, served to sculpt her into the person she was meant to become – a warrior forged in the fires of suffering, unbroken and undefeated.

And so, as the sun set on another day, Evelyn faced the darkness with unwavering resolve, knowing that no matter what trials lay ahead, she would emerge stronger, braver, and more resilient than ever before. For in the crucible of pain, she had discovered the true essence of her own indomitable spirit.

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How I lost my money in crypto(Crypto confession)

How I lost my money in crypto(Crypto confession)
Couple years ago my artist visa expired and became illegal in the US. My friend offered to marry me so I could stay, and I created a Coinbase under her name(she knew) as I needed KYC. She saw me sending money through there and started asking for money.

Bear in mind I'm an artist who lost his job, his home and didn't have much. I bought 400 dollars of Shiba Inu after I saw Doge go parabolic. It went to 3k she knew about it and asked me for 2k, which I sent.

Not long after she needed 9k to move to a new state, for an apartment deposit, etc. I sold what was left of my Shiba Inu and gave it all to her.

A month later she decided not to go through with it anymore as it was too demanding for her to help me.

I'm still illegal. I struggle everyday. I can't get a legal job and my Shiba would have been worth around 4.4 million dollars. She still texts me trying to be friends but I hate her and myself more then anything everyday.

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Getting prepared

I awoke tired and irritable after a restless night of combating mosquitoes. The insecticide I had used before had proven to be ineffective, leaving me with nothing but frustration. Determined to find a more potent solution, I decided to head out and search for a better insecticide.

The market was bustling with activity, and I found myself surrounded by numerous options, each claiming to be the most efficient at repelling insects. However, I was taken aback by the high prices of most of the products. After browsing through several stalls, I came across an attentive seller who recommended a particular insecticide, boasting of its effectiveness and quick action against mosquitoes.

Though a bit skeptical, I hesitantly purchased the recommended insecticide, hoping that it would indeed live up to its promise. As I made my way home, I felt a glimmer of hope that I had finally found the solution to my mosquito troubles.

Now, I sit in my room, eagerly waiting for the opportune moment to unleash the newly acquired insecticide. As the sun begins to set and the first buzz of mosquitoes fills the air, I hold the bottle tightly, anticipating the impending eradication of these bothersome insects. With a sense of determination, I patiently await the perfect time to spray my room, and I am ready to witness the mosquitoes' dance to their demise.

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Trying to beat time

Trying to beat time
Today was a day filled with frenzy and haste. I woke up slightly later than usual, and as I glanced at the clock, panic set in realizing that I had only a short time to prepare for school. I took the fastest bath of my life, brushed my teeth in record time, and dashed out of the house, the lingering scent of toothpaste still in the air.

The practical I had been preparing for was scheduled to start at 2 pm, and as I checked my watch, the time was already 2:06 pm. I rushed to school, my heart racing with the fear of being late. To my surprise, I found that when I arrived, the class hadn't even commenced. My hurried rush had been unnecessary!

With the tension of being late lifted, I decided to treat myself at a nearby canteen. Craving something sweet and refreshing on this scorching day, I grabbed a chilled soft drink. The cold liquid was a much-needed relief from the blistering weather. As I sipped my drink, I took a moment to relax and enjoy the unexpected serenity of the day.

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Quiet Time

QUIET TIME

there once was a farmer who discovered that he had lost his watch in the barn. It was no ordinary watch because it had sentimental value for him.

After searching high and low among the hay for a long while; he gave up and enlisted the help of a group of children playing outside the barn. He promised them that the person who found it would be rewarded.

Hearing this, the children hurried inside the barn, went through and around the entire stack of hay but still could not find the watch.

Just when the farmer was about to give up looking for his watch, a little boy went up to him and asked to be given another chance.

The farmer looked at him and thought: “why not? After all, this kid looks sincere enough.” So the farmer sent the little boy back in the barn.

After a while the little boy came out with the watch in his hand! The farmer was both happy and surprised and so he asked the boy how he succeeded where the rest had failed.

The boy replied, “I did nothing but sit on the ground and listen. In the silence, i heard the ticking of the watch and just looked for it in that direction.”

A peaceful mind can think better than a worked up mind. Allow a few minutes of silence to your mind every day, and see, how sharply it helps you to set your life the way you expect it to be…!

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An Unfamiliar Road

The closing bell rung, as day students, we will all be returning home whether in groups of twos, threes or more. I always went home in the company of my brother but we had quarrelled earlier that day and he went home immediately school dismissed.

I didn't want to walk with him so it didn't matter, I stayed back with a friend who attended our church to watch the boring football between SS2 and SS3 — a punishment I must endure since I couldn't make it through the long and lonely road home, alone.

The pathetic match finally came to an end at 4pm and we set out for home; this journey should've lasted 1½hrs but on reaching where the road bifurcated into three, he suggested a road we've never walked before.

Initially, I refused but he insisted we had no time and it'll get dark soon, left with no option, I followed him. We came across huge terrifying trees, they flanked the path like we were in a thick forest.
The pin drop silence in that area gripped me with regrettable fear for what may become of us, probably some chicken monsters will capture us for breakfast.

Out of distrust in his words, I asked him, "Sammy, do you even know where we are going to?" He simply laughed and reassured me, if we hadn't go far, I'd start running back. We reached an old shrine and at this point, I regretted leaving my brother to follow that guy. Thankfully, he had patience dealing with my fears and dragged me past the shrine — the line of Rubicon; I was already sobbing, after all who would hear me cry?

Meanwhile, at home, my Mum who had gone restless ordered an immediate search at 5.45pm for me. My brother, frustrated just waited outside the compound wondering what took me so long to return.

Alas! We emerged at a familiar stream, I rendered praises to GOD for sparing my life through that evil forest and swore never again, NEVER! I ran all the way home, it was already quarter past 6 when I arrived home.

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