This morning, I had a meeting at an unfamiliar location, so I used the map. As I alighted the bus at my first stop, I instinctively began figuring out where to catch the next bus. I noticed bus 89 was on the signpost as one of the bus lines that were assigned to this stop. I also saw a passenger …
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I think my dog just died. It feels scary
I still want him to stay.
Jack is the longest dog I’ve had. I could call it an old friend. We’ve been ten years down the line and we’re still counting.
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Held in traffic, hungry, a bit tired and very uncomfortable, I looked through the window of the interstate “danfo” bus in which I sat, sandwiched with 11 other passengers and a scruffy looking conductor. I knew I had had it. I wasn’t sure I could take more, I wasn’t even willing to. The memoirs of my life as a Lagos …
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Time moves, Never on a pause, Never looking back, Not a second’s turn Time moves. Slipping by gently In sheer seconds And trivial minutes Then striking hours. The hours roll by, As the clock hands make a round Of harmless ticks and a chime. Then like a dream, the day is at its end. But the sun rises again, …
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The lie that is isolation,
Disguised as regeneration,
The acclaimed need for seclusion…
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I’ve found rest in trust…
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It all starts recreational;
Entertaining and edifying,
Like a game of cards.
The only kind acceptable is hearts.
If we all remain in our lanes, our world will be characterized by comprehensive orderliness. We’d have just the right persons filling job roles and be consequently blessed with genius level ingenuity, innovations will be a daily affair. There’s enough space for each person to shine on his/ her individual lane.
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The story to glory
Is written in print of
Discomfort and hardwork.
Letters of sacrifice,
Faith and perseverance.
You become the legend,
When the story completes
So do hold on. Don’t stop
Your story’s all on you.
Like Butterfly wings, You’re beautifully coloured. Your radiance is hope.
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