So, You’re A Facebook Writer? WoW!
According to the Bureau of labour statistics, the demand for technical writers will grow by ten percent by 2024 which is faster than all average occupations.
Giving: A Pair of Pears
He felt sorry for the ugly beggar, and even before the beggar asked, he offered half of the pears in the basket to the man saying, “I pray these pears are good for you.”
New Book Alert! Humanity Is Oblivious Of Me
We wear our challenges everyday not because there are no suitable garments to be worn, but the society has made us to believe that we have no rights to express our emotions.
A Review Of Cheluchi Onyemelukwe-Onuobia’s book ‘The Son Of The House’
Cheluchi did a great job in narrating the experiences of young girls and women in a patriarchal society like Nigeria, and the gates of patriarchy they had to burn down to survive.
Writing Grow Me Wings
I write to ponder on my own questions and hope to find someone with the same questions as mine, in my readers.
Anchored On Christ
Sometimes, the pilgrim’s journey to heaven is disrupted by challenges that wearies the soul. This is a plea by a weary soul to the Lord. May our anchor hold in times of storm.
HUMANITY IS OBLIVIOUS OF ME
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.
BECAUSE I WAS ASKED WHAT LOVE IS
Love is like Chinaware, shiny, beautiful often broken and rarely lasts. Love is a special breed of coward steps out for war, but melts in the sun. Love is a
Ballon d’Or
Ballon d’Or because i know my days are numbered like football jersey i run with the single purpose of netting the ball in the net soon, this
Restraint
Restraint accusing fingers,curious eyes,hushed voicescome crashing in like raging wavesknocking off the shadowsof self-control. you shut your eyesand let the mayhem slow fadeand drown in your yesteryears in the
Igbo Cheta
Igbo Chetaalthough the freedom sought and fought for is yet to be gained, they fought so you could be here today, igbo cheta they laid down their lives and exposed
Diary Of A Pastor’s Son (IV) || Because My Pastor Do Not Know It All
BECAUSE MY PASTOR DON’T KNOW IT ALL Be flexible in your opinions, thoughts, religiosity and churchiness. This, apparently, is what my pastor lacks. We live in a world that’s fast
The Last Butterfly
The Last Butterfly “Poor little butterfly,” the young girl said. “Poor little butterfly.” Then reaching down slowly so as to not scare it away, she slid her tiny fingers underneath,