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The Story I Promised: On chapteriv.ng

Nestled in the comfort of my extremely comfortable and humongous pajama; while struggling with two exaggerating and attention-seeking sleepy eyes; and with so much joy and relief in my heart, I click on the button that took ChapterIV.ng  live today! If you don’t know what ChapterIV is, read my post on it here and/or simply visit the site here. The first time I announced the existence of ChapterIV as an idea

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Speaking Of Which…

A couple of minutes ago, I went on Twitter and found myself typing ‘I miss writing.‘ But it was a really silly thing to tweet so I stopped myself and decided to actually write. Is it obvious that I’m trying more to have less regrets? Speaking of regrets, sometimes I regret not being bold enough to do bold stuff. Like e.g. just decide that I’m not doing this law thing

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Why U No Struggle?

I don’t know whether it’s the pregnancy hormones or something else but I’ve been crying since early this evening,  over something that my brain tells me is not logical to cry over. So, this morning while I was cleaning the house, I saw a weird insect on the wall. I get excited when I see insects because I love killing insects with insecticide. There’s a rush I feel when I’m

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Big Pockets, Small Minds

You would think that with the way people run away from poverty, there’d be a massive abyss between them and the poor thing.  You’d imagine that the race towards fast money and cars would give them a huge head start and they would never have to look anything like poverty. You’d think poverty (because it is poverty and it has no food or clothing or drink) would be too weak

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Lessons From My Lightning Watching

    This evening, it rained and thundered heavy. I hate thunders; I really do. I always tell myself I won’t be scared, but then they go off and I almost shrink on my bed. Today was no different. As I cowered in my bed and watched for the lightning that would announce the thunders, I hated thunderstorms more and more. After it subsided and it was just light streaks

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Similarities First, Differences Next. 

I remember coming home, when I was in Primary 4, with my face drenched in tears and my uniform torn all over. I was angry, bitter and felt cheated. My mom ran to me from the door and began to create a fuss. She knelt down, touched my chest, touched my head, pulled my limbs, all the while asking me what was wrong and who had done this to me.

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Why Yawning is Rude

I was sincerely tired, I swear. I was not yawning because I wanted to be rude; I was just tired. But my father did not care. He said, ‘I have told you countless times, you don’t yawn when people are talking to you; especially your elders.’  I wanted to say, ‘But what if I am tired and I can’t control the yawning?’ But I know my father; he wouldn’t even let

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The First Time I Flew

The first time I flew was today. I have often heard that it’s a beautiful experience; to fly to some other location, see other sights, meet other people, experience other cultures. Never minding that there are assertions about those who fly at night to meet supernatural creatures and feast on the blood of natural creatures, I still dreamed that I will fly one day (or night). And today, fly I

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Goodbye, 20

It’s the 22nd of July and today is the last day I’ll ever be 20 years old on this earth.  It’s a little bit funny because I remember when I was 10 and I thought I was the most intelligent person in the room. Now I’ll be 21 tomorrow and I feel like I know absolutely nothing about anything. I am usually almost always confused or unsure about things and

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Trials

There’s the man knocking on a door and there’s that living a hard-knock life. How many trials does it take to know that the door is locked against you for real?  How many trials does it take to realize that the trials themselves are open doors? How many trials would it take you to get sore knuckles? How many knocks do we get to know we’re facing a trial? How

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