Wanna learn about all the juicy details of our 2018 SID celebrations? Then you are in the right place. The event which held at stonehedge hotel in abuja saw over 160 students in attendance from over 10 schools across the FCT and as well as thousands of students in all the 36 states in Nigeria. The Web Rangers Ambassador Fatima gave a brief presentation on her tenure which just ended.

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Everyday Living, Relationships and Poetic Lines. I am a writer and a poet. A lover of arts and culture. And have ye not read this scripture; The stone which the builders rejected is become the head of the corner. How do I begin this essay today? Ie are you running for dear life? Thanks to Prof Attahiru Jega, if you ask me, that is an.

Last night I had a dream;. I try to cry for help,. But my tears get stuck in my lacrimal,. My voice struggles with my larynx. I hear your voice calling to me,.

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Simple complexities of a complex simple mind. In The Company of Shows. Posted by ebiowe in Uncategorized. Sadness, by now our acquaintance has become kin. For each night before I sleep your voice I hear last as your arms wrap around me. Your faithfulness is indeed admirable. Like the Raven your company though unrequested breaks the silence of loneliness. Abit distasteful though I must say. Your words are never of comfort and your stories keep my soul on edge. But to that I r.

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They were all dressed in white, but the man of the day stood out unmistakably with the elaborate silver embroidery on his agbada.

Expression of Thoughts through words. Ibimina said to her husband of five years as he dressed for work. An honour to be loved.

Jarring noise punctured my eardrums, pierced into my subconscious and destroyed my lavish sleep and picturesque dream. I flung out my hand and slapped quiet the one blaring on my bedside table. Then muttered a curse against it damned inopportune object! I stayed motionless. Waiting for sleep to return. I considered the fact as I gaggled. Then dumped the idea alo.