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"Who is it? It's Chike over here" I spoke into the phone trying to place the voice of the person speaking. It sounded female. "It's me. It's me, Chioma"  I almost blurted, "innocent". I just managed to bite my tongue. Innocent was the name our guy gang called her. She never had the slightest idea about it. "Hey, Chioma. What's up? How did you get my number?" I asked even though I knew I gave it to her. She recounted how I had asked for hers, which she didn't know offhand, hence I had given her mine. I held myself in check again as I almost hissed in slight disgust. Since 5 months and she's calling now? "Oh, so thoughtful of you to call" I said,  trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice. "Nothing much, sha. Just wanted to ask if you'll be in town for val" I heard her say almost in a whisper, like her mum was in the next room. (Good heavens. Mike did a great job naming her innocen

D-Great Sam in conjuction with Enactus Uniport are at it again with  their bi-annual classic: ORIGINAL ME, where you find your true potential and maximize your real self. This classic of ORIGINAL ME  is tagged: Passion at Work.  It promises to be worth attending,  with Music,  Dance,  Comedy and Motivation,  not to leave out the eatting etiquette competition. Date: 22 June,  2018 Time:10am Venue: Ebitimi Banigo Hall,  Abuja Campus,  Uniport Follow D-Great Sam on  Facebook

Hi its me again, remember me? the sperm that shot up your darling wife’s uterus. The wife you promised eternity. Hi its me again, and I damn well know I have introduced myself but let me eat my cake and have it, or I can’t have this too? like the happiness you promised us that ran further away the moment you told us of his visit. For the third time hi father, remember me ? I have replayed this scene in my head over and over and over again, the look in your face and the speed my heart would run. I have just one question, I know you would be expecting more, But I have just one. Do you regret having me? having us? getting married? And yes I know I said just one but goddamn it, with how many strings you have pulled, how could you expect just one. And yes I see your hands clinched by your side, but I dare you.. I God damn dare you to lift one finger on me. this is not the child you once pat to bed or the little kid that whimpered when you picked up your belt to teach a lesson Hi

Time goes, tick and tock, Not to pause, not to stop, Not a moment to be a friend. Not to care of how i do. Tragedies strikes, ship on the wreck, Hope and life all to sink, But greater heights my heart is set, So the struggle not to die. Risen From Ruins , the day is come, When crown shall be for crosses; Blessing for curses, boom for doom, And medal worn around my neck  Poem by: Her Excellency. Model: Tumminy Pepple

I presume you are reading this because you or someone you know is interested in travelling to Europe. Well, that is a good intention and it is right if done rightly. Human beings are naturally wired to want more out of life – more money, comfort, security, happiness and everything in-between. This quest for more, is what leads many to explore the universe for better opportunities and livelihood, a situation which necessitates movement from location to another – migration. For almost every ‘hustling’ Nigerian, traveling to Europe is a far better option than having to toil and turn here in Nigeria, at least, for the perceived economic opportunities, functional social systems, and public structures which are, unfortunately, absent in Nigeria just as with most other African countries. While the realities of a dysfunctional Nigeria are glaring, disturbing and unmotivating, many Nigerian youths are choosing to travel to Europe in search of a greener pasture, sadly, they are choos