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Trip to Calabar
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Trip to Calabar

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ShareThe plane tipped towards the earth, descending in to the land of the unknown. This is my first time being on a plane, imagine my excitement and fear. I did not know what to expect here but all ears. The face of the ground richly green and decorated by endless opportunities. The weather was moist,…


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Proud Beauty
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Proud Beauty

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ShareShe had a Father whose favor she had, whose gift was perfect. Grace, beauty and intelligence. It did not make her give praise, she grew proud. Her Father did not condemn her, He pursued her, sent her His sons and daughters to warn her but did she listen? Her tired legs shuffling down the street….


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First Love, First Miracle
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First Love, First Miracle

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ShareMy first love conquered my heart when I was just a child. Apart from being God, He was closer to me as Friend and Father, showed me visions and kept me company. I knew the sweetness of His faithfulness early as a child of five. This testimony, is the first that my mind can recollect….


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The Woman
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The Woman

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ShareLost in her world, a calloused adulterous path. Her Vail painted with blood, her lips touched by poison. She walks the night, hiding from her shadows, whispering so her heart but it does not answer. Her fragrance goes after her, many men surrendered to her laps. When the mighty fails, what will the feeble do?…


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Kafura! The child
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Kafura! The child

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ShareI miss that child’s voice that wakes me up every morning. Her voice singing warmly driving the early morning cold away. Singing in the Hausa dialect like a sweet bird. She came adopted, but she became part of a whole. Her father died living her to her mother to raise but the mother had other…


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Vote for Righteousness
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Vote for Righteousness

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ShareThe upheavals in Nigeria and the world entirely is and has become alarmingly frustrating. The rate of crime and poverty has only increased over the years. I will really like to mention one sector that has made me proud as a daughter of the soil, but it is indeed unfortunate. Banditry only thrives, the intolerance…


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Shredded
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Shredded

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ShareIn the dead of night, I sat up thinking upon a feeling. A feeling that has been asleep when I would not sleep. Some people call it a desire, others say it is zeal. The cold night was cold and the clouds heavy with a child. I hear the heavens groaning as in labour and…


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