Day 5: The East/West Coastal Road dream, is it still alive???
The East/West Coastal road dream, is it still alive?
'The East/West Coastal Road Dream is it still alive???'
East/West Coastal Road Dream, Is It still alive?
The dream of the East/West Coastal Road In the Niger Delta, is it still alive? As we seek an answer to this question, I'll dedicate this month to express my thoughts.
I'd wanted this to come in a poem but my browser thought otherwise, so here we are. Our local communities are going into extinction one after the other. What's the name of this malady?
So very busy, but we don't seem to be getting anywhere. What is the matter with us?
Oh. why are you shining and sparkling as if you 've found a new love? That is the tell tale of someone in Love. How long do we maintain that mood? Check out the next couple you'll meet and see if there is still a spark or a wrinkle.
I visited Enyumu-ama. A visit to all intent and purpose has a dual purpose. It was so refreshing. I have just discovered my own bootcamp.
The Forgotten Casualties of War-Igbobo Robert is an excerpt from my book 'The Forgotten Casualties of War: Igbobo-Robert.' was about one of the forgotten casualties of the Nigeria civil war that took place btween1967 and 1970.
The Pilgrim, inadvertently found the archaic code. Can you find the code? It's a New year puzzle.
It is the season of the Harmattan; it’s autumn, when snowflakes falls as rain drops
There is a silent speed spreading over the city, bearing in its wake an emotional propulsion ... That is the mood of Christmas
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here
His cherished warmness and oneness tossed overboard by a strange malady in the wings of politics, that has cast him in the mold of a fiendish, bloodthirsty barbarian.
The smell of cooking was thick in the air; native soup with ‘okogolo’ and ‘opakipaki’ mixed with the firewood smoke. I could see the men, young energetic men with their bare bodies....This is the concluding part of the excerpt of my book En
This is the part 2 of my story from the excerpt of my Book 'ENYUMU-AMA. Read about the Green family visiting of their ancestral country home. The sadness and joy and the dangers thy encountered;
"WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE" The Green Family decides to take time off to go into memory lane to their ancestral home. The story is of love, sadness and joy and, and full of unexpected dangerous twist, Pt.1 an extract of my book 'Enyumu-ama'
Female harassment in school is a very disturbing phenomenon in our institutions. In this story, some ladies are coming up to say That Nonsense must stop. Can we support them?
"Thus, like the dawn of a new day, when the dark nightly clouds were chased away at the birth of the morning sun, the silhouetting shadows ...."
Glittering darkly from a shadowed cast, stood the pool of water from ages past. Won't take of the water that will never run dry?
The joy of the Soul is an antidote to a weary soul, and a laughter, the evidence of the joy of the heart. Read with me.
From its fountain upon the mountain top It cascades down, streaming into springs and falls Meandering downstream into rivers and seas
I could see the image of my mother paddling across those big rivers, battling against the current and the element as companions; rain, storm and mosquitoes – especially sand flies; these were really very naughty insects, swamping all over you in t
Love could be an elusive thing that if we are not mindful we could loose even before we have it. This is the part 1 of the story of Patty. Enjoy your reading pleasure
Write your name in gold while your can, that it will stand the ages to come, rugged and immortal.
Still just musing about the state of my land.