There will be lots of choices madesome friendships will rot and decay fact of the matter will remain I’m the best believer in me People will come people will go Mehn that story never gets old yo…
Get Dressed for Your Next Level – iKeys Green
In a movie I was watching the other day, some guy who owned a club was telling his wife “You’ve got to start dressing like you own this place and not like you’re trying to get in for free”. That state…
Stop Reading by Mayowa Depo-Oyedokun
Hey boo! Yeah, you didn’t miss road, you read the title right. It says STOP READING which is definitely an anomaly, compared to what you see and hear around. You don’t hear stop reading; you hear ‘sta…
Life is a Picture by Joyce Peters
Why can’t life be as simple as a picture?What you see is what you get The moment captured is the moment you remember Where the problems don’t come just yet Where the smil…
Love by Doyinsola Adedipe
Love is the most controversial topic anyone can write on and that’s because of our varied points of view. Most of us don’t know the meaning while some of us have experienced it first hand.…
Nigeria Politics: A Mastery of the Art of Chess
First and foremost, it is important to have a basic knowledge of the boardgame called Chess.The game of chess is a two-player boardgame which consists of sixteen pieces made up of one King, one Queen,…
PHOBOPHOBIA
I have only two fears; the fear of the future and the fear of the past. I fear the fact that I did something wrong a few minutes ago. I fear the fact that I said something I shouldn’t have said to som…
The Embroidery
When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroid a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her th…
The Oak Tree by Joyce Peters
How I wish I were an oak tree So strong, so great What some people walk by And others speculate I would start off so small But not end up too tall So I can watch the activities of all Oh how simple …
THE STOLEN TEARS
Lions and LiarsOn these boulevards of miseryFighting for the soulI look around with pity They lied to us,They promised safety.We ran down the halls,While they shouted “hurry” We felt the m…