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The story.... Mr. Inuaiko was ready to employ all his usual antics.  He was a cunny hare who was known for being dubious in all his dealings. Other animals in the field hated Inuaiko due to this attributes He knew the leadership position of the farm was his, at least going by the moves he and his political godfather had made. He also knew it wasn't going to be easy owing to his opponent's popularity in the farm. Later that evening, plunged in deep thoughts, he send his son to go get him his smoking pipe to help calm his nerves while waiting for the day to break. Dragging and oozing out smokes into the air, he recalled what Whimpi, an aged dog, his political godfather and the most cunning animal in the farm has told him about the demands and dangers that lies ahead of the journey of becoming the chief custodian of the farm. He lay on his back while recounting areas his opponent had an edge over him and this made him even more worried 😟.    ''good evening Chief. Ano-owo-

The story . Udauk was too weak to continue with the evening chores around the house because of her pregnancy. She bent over the kitchen cabinet in search of a tuber of yam she was to prepare before her husband returned from work. At the point of stretching her hands to reach the tuber of yam under the cabin, she felt a sharp pain down her abdomen. Her left lap was swollen from the beating she got the previous night from the monster's husband. She was still short of three months from her due month. That's when she was to put to birth. The shape pain was accompanied by a loud scream. She dropped the knife she had with her and tried to settle on a table-size stool lying close to the gas cylinder in the kitchen, but she couldn't. She fell and started screaming, reached out to her phone, and dialed her husband. Mr. Sam had branched  Madam G's Native Kitchen to settle for a while before heading home as his habit demands. He was busy at his usual joint with a bottle of chill

  Anti Buhari protesters in Abuja on June 12, Democracy Day It is June 12, and according to the gullible propagators of audio democracy in Nigeria, it is a day gangs of bloodsuckers and  harbinger of deaths and misfortunes who called themselves leaders celebrate their potbellies that are well fed by curses of million of Nigerians who on a normal note are supposed to celebrate today  as citizens of a democratic state. June 12 2021 marked another day where a country of more than one hundred million people is caged, beaten, battered and dragged in the mud of blood pool by men of greed. It marks yet another calendar year where lives are taken on  daily basis with front pages of newspapers counting the number of deaths in hundreds while brainless leaders count their eggs of achievements in a country where to live is like dying. June 12 of herdsmen on a killing spree while the cabal who nickname themselves "PRESIDENCY" place bans on anything that threatens what they call ONE NIGERI

The climax of the 2020-2021 European club football competition is coming to a wrap today, Saturday 29th May in Portugal in what promises to be a mouthwatering UEFA Champions League final between two of English club best teams, Manchester City and Chelsea FC. Today's game marks another all-London final after the final between Manchester United and Chelsea in Luzhniki Stadium in Moscow, 2008. The game finished 1-1 after Frank Lampard cancelled out a Cristiano Ronaldo opener to take the game to extra time, and eventually, penalties. 2008 finals saw Cristiano Ronaldo missed his spot kick for United only for John Terry and Nicolas Anelka to also missed from the 12 yards. Manchester United eventually won the European most prestigious club competition that year. Manchester City goes into today's game as the likely team to win, having not won  Europe most decorated club cup before in the club one hundred and forty one (141yrs) years  existence even with the club dominating the Premier

 Malami: MINISTER OF INJUSTICE. It is rather unfortunate and disconcerting that the office of the Attorney General Of the Federation of Nigeria has been an office where the occupant can be likened to village drunkard who brag and make unnecessary noise once intoxicated by alcohol. It is ludicrous that Malami have failed to know even as a senior advocate, how laws are applied and also the importance of the highly rated office that he has rather optioned to use it for displaying his sectarian and emotional vituperation. The AGF has several times poured out his provocative attitude on issues of national importance. As published in Vanguard Newspaper publication of 14th January 2020, the AGF faulted Amotekun, a South West security outfit, saying that it was targeted at Fulani herdsmen and so declared it unconstitutional.  Furthermore, as also published by Guardian Newspaper on September 19th, 2020, Malami has said that the National Assembly had no constitutional power to summon President B

  GRIND! tussle, it worth the hustle  Grind! Each sweat 😓 dropped for the pay. Grind! Days of slumber, Off the number. Grind! Grind for the cheque, Just for the cash. Grind! Empty your strength 💪🏾on a daily, And live forever in a wealthy. Grind! Grind makes life a worthwhile  Out! And it is worthless. Grind! Grind it legitimately  And have your pay ultimately  Grind! Go out each day  And be sure of your pay day Grind! Laziness pays no fool Food on the table never for the airhead. Grind! Dally it, grind it, toil it,😩 Drip drape the hustle seems but by and large it yields. Grind! Blind the backdrop, Aim for the reward. Grind! Pay days 😌 A soothing way for the pains Grind! Keep grinding just for the emolument, Cash out only for the diligent. Grind! Get motivated 💪🏾🙏🏽 And be the motivator Grind! drudge to dine, The offing is sure. Grind! In days we toil, But the pays are sweet. Grind! Happy weekend, fellas. Patrick Ekong 

The story..... It is often said that you don't know the value of what you have, not until you don't have it anymore... Yes! The above cliché, as unique and a forewarning as it is but many often a time tend to ignore it weightiness. The recent twist and turns event of my life was all captured in the above catchphrase.  It was a cool Wednesday evening when my girlfriend called. She was so worried about my well-being and other exigencies of mine due to my financial situation. Unyime was the best girl one could think of, a real grail. Over the period we dated, she was the one working for the stability of our relationship.  She was caring, compassionate, beautiful and above all very humble.  It is a known fact that good people meets bad people and are inflicted with pains for being good to bad people.  Unyime was the good one in this situation. She was committed and made sure that everything works in our relationship smoothly.  Often times, my problems, upon sharing them with her wa

  The short story..... Majestically she walked in that cold evening. With  beauty and decency, my mind puzzled to what must have brought her to such a odd place at a odd time. Her exquisite long, fitted gold colour gown, dropping at her angles, flared and exposed her underlined shapes as she walked past the crowded part of the bar.  I fixed my eyes on her as i zipped from my glass of Red Label brandy. She walked past me and head straight to the bartender, dragged a long bar stool and fixed her soft butts on it.  She wandered her eyes thoroughly, scanning the low dim light of Magnus Night Club.  The music was intense, strippers and pool dancers entertained their wild spectrum of audiences with eyes glued to the half nude figures before them.   Wild odour of Liquors and 🚬 cigarettes was enough to make one feel that the night was still very long.  Every corner of the club had groups of friends or gangs having the wildest fun.  She was atop the bar stool, ordered for a glass of St. Remy W

  "All men are the same... My boyfriend promised me heaven on earth and now he has lost his sense of reasoning.... my friend, Maris lamented with  teary eyes.   For the past three days, she has refused talking to me in the class and it was affecting her academic activities.  On a Monday morning, when she was supposed to sit for a test on Digital Economics, she had locked herself in her room without wanting to have anything to do with anyone. I tried several times to make her convide in me, something she has always been doing but she wouldn't spill what the problem was. After constant pressing, Maris finally open up that evening about what she has been going thru in a relationship she expected to turn into something official. Maris narrated how the boyfriend was negating all the promises he made her with his lifestyle and careless attitude towards the relationship.  To put and icing on the  already soured cake, she had caught him hanging around with her girlfriend. The worst wa

 SILENCE!  It struck hard but loud it is, silence! With so many noise bombarding my ears, I choose to live in solitude away in my fortitude, silence! Life speaks, filtering in our heads thoughts of what to bear, silence! The journey begins like a drop of rain, by and large we get to the end, silence! Seal your struggles with stories of glory, silence! Give them talks of you, searching the past that set you upon the highs, Silence! Compete with yourself to outdo yourself, silence!  In silence, envy is tamed, and success is sure, silence! Silence speak volume of unuttered words, placing actions up above, silence! As I step further in silence, I am sure of my success, Silence!  Patrick Ekong 

The story.... "You won't kill my son.... you are not the first woman in marriage and you won't be the last. I was married too. After what was spent to bring you home, this is how you  insult  my son at my presence?...." " ....So it is true that you have turned him to a piece of trash you handle anyhow you want...?" Mrs. Mbom asked rhetorically, finding it hard to believe her eyes. Her son was painted black/blue by her daughter in-law for what she described as a bad attitude. That morning, Mbet had requested that the wife served him his breakfast  but she paid deaf ears  as if he was of no meaning to her.  Though Faith's anger and attitude was built on the incident of the previous night, Mbet never believed his wife could have acted in that manner even at the presence of his mom. The night proceeding that morning, Mbet had picked a call from a certain girl the wife suspected to be his girlfriend owing to his attitude of hiding away from the wife everytime

Boldly, I take a walk  In faith with you my Lord for i know your worth. Purge me of my sins, And draw me in thy might. Speak life that I may live, Take my hands that I may walk. Life is draining  Giving me pains so whelming  But in thy hands sure is my wyrd That of good, never of evil. My Lord, my God take this march  With me as I march in faith Bless this month of March  Standing before thy son And let thy light shine so unmatched  Water me that I may flourish And make my days flow Like thy rediance glow Adorn thy son with armor of faith And shink thy wisdom like thy servants of old. May I forever swim 🏊‍♂️ 🙏 in thy sea of plenty,  Countless, my blessings will forever remain plenteous. In thy name I pray my Lord. Amen 🙏. ♡♡♡ Happy Lord's Day, fam. ♡♡♡  Patrick Ekong 

   Stitch this wounded heart that bleeds, Craving for love as it beats. Stitch it with care and love, For it may tear never to love. Stitch me with thy gentle touch, Knit me with wool of your sweet curdles. Pierce me with needles of kisses 😘 and tightly enclasp. Give me solace and hope forever to embrace. Stitch this soul that wants to live  In a world free of nefarious deeds, Shine the lights on the darkest path. Stitch our wounds and caress it with balm of bond, Healing the broken love that once bind. Stitch me with your needle of care, Piercing my wounded soul to make it whole. Thou it may hurt but knit me in love that I may live. Stitch my broken heart with words of truth,  It heals than it hurts and better than the lies. Stitch me that I may rest in thy bosom, Tenderly I rest forever to blossom. Stitch me of excruciating pains of my past, And heal me of anguish memories in the past. Stitch our society of lack of love, Igniting in them the need to love. Stitch us  with threads of