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Prayer of a Melancholic Heart

Heavenly father, we come to you in this difficult times, we pray that your mercy intervene for the souls lost in retrospect and the many more that will go down because of the single decision we were blinded to make on the poll. We ask that you give us the wisdom in introspect to recognise… Continue reading Prayer of a Melancholic Heart

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Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

“Why do you consult women's words when it is not their mouths that speak? Consult their eyes, their colour, their breathing, their timid manner, their slight resistance that is the language nature gave them for your answer. The lips always say 'No,' and rightly so; but the tone is not always the same, and that… Continue reading Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

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Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part two)

“The mistake we make is in thinking rape isn’t premeditated, that it happens by accident somehow, that you’re drunk and you run into a girl who’s also drunk and half-asleep on a bench and you sidle up to her and things get out of hand and before you know it, you’re being accused of something… Continue reading Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part two)

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My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

Its yet another Independence anniversary for Nigeria and i have thought: what should i ramble about? Nothing pops up in my cheezy breezy weezy brain…..so i carried out a survey with two friends. Sunday, my naughty friend suggested i write on “patriotism”. I declined because that would amount to betraying my conscience going by the… Continue reading My Patriotism Story: A Joke in Action

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Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, Reverberation of pains in my heart heaps. Not for the open gate of obtainment; Not for the apparent restiveness of my generation; Not for my labouring mother; Nor for my toiling father. Alight my uncanny heart oh! Creator, I weep with melancholy glued to my face Not for my… Continue reading Freedom of the Body, Enslavement of the Soul

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Questionist Reborn

In quest for freedom and corrupt free nation; In quest to bind and kill the destiny killer We are biased with myopic myopia Seldom our thought That from the spring of wantonness loot; That from the ever open gate of obtainment; That from the negroid rock of age; That from the long gonna imperialist Lies… Continue reading Questionist Reborn