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Unlike Donald Trump, I believe Climate Change is REAL! June 1, 2017. I believe it is changing by our own hands, for the worst. Our struggles for survival are harming us and the physical world, and many other things that depend on the world for survival. The search for easier ways to do things had led to valuable inventions, but through processes that create by-products that are harmful to our environment.

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Faith Okeikwue, 48, is a famous carpenter in Mararaba,a suburb of Abuja who has earned the nickname Mama Furniture. She has sponsored her children to university working as a carpenter. For her, carpentry is not just a means of livelihood; it is a love affair from her childhood. As a child, the allure of playing with dolls or with fellow girls never appealed to her as much as that of playing with hammer and nails.

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The Last Guardian of Old Father. There was a demon inside him. More than once he stumbled and fell on torn bloodclotted knees. Dust and mud caked his dark naked skin that had long given up its perspiration to the scorching savannah plain. Still he ran on, the rocks shearing his barefoot soles and tearing open the wounds where his toenails had been. 8220;I will show you! 8221; he gasped.

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Finally, because it took all of two years to get it. It was released in Nairobi, by Kwani? For this is a writer who knows, and one who knows everything. A novel like this, side by side with the Ugandan novel Kintu by Jennifer Nansubuga Makumbi, makes my argument for a shared Afric.