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Dead Man Walking (To all suffering from the loss a loved one) “So, this is where you hide out?” she asked looking round the large but simply arranged bar. It was elegantly set with six tables for two resting at the walls on one side of the room, three tables for four clustered in the middle, a big bar at the front with very high stools facing it and a bar-man dressed in white shirt and boat tie with a bright smile. She could not make his trousers as he was behind the big bar. On the other side of the room were two double-sitter sofas placed close to the walls and a three-sitter sofa that divided the room in half dividing, there are tables in front of each sofa. She smiled at her fiancé, taking the first sip from her glass. “Not bad, not bad at all” He smiled back at her still expecting more words “it looks elegant, simple, not too stylish but elegant, nice and the finishing, I like.” “Hmm… ” he finally speaks, “the inner eyes of an interior decorator” they shared a

I got this from a friend on facebook some days back and I have never stopped thinking about it. can this Nigeria ever exist? ............................................................................................................ Before going to bed, I had to eat something. I opened  the fridge and yes, all the things in my fridge had  turned to block; the light had been on for 8 years  without going off. I finished eating and went to bed.  Oh I have to reduce the speed of this fan, the voltage  is so high.  I woke up very early in the morning to the sound O̶̲̥̅̊f̶̲̥̅̊  classical music.  I casually strolled into the bathroom.  Oh!  the cold is too much this morning, I turned on The  hot-water tap. While toweling myself dry, I turned on  the radio and heard the presenter speaking about  Nigeria, how she is now one of the most developed countries in  the world and how the Nigerian president yesterday  declared his asset and all he had to boast of was N20  million naira

I got this from a friend on nairaland and I just had to share it, hope you find it enjoyable and useful too. I know I did... Ten ways to avoid marrying the wrong person 1)  Do Not Marry Potential:    Oftentimes men consider marrying a woman hoping she never changes while a woman considers marrying a man she hopes she can change.  This is the wrong approach on both accounts.  Don’t assume that you can change a person after you’re married to them or that they will reach their potential.  There is no guarantee, after all, that those changes will be for the better. In fact, it’s often for the worse. If you can’t accept someone or imagine living with them as they are then don’t marry them.  These differences can include a number of things such as ideological or practical differences in religion, habits, hygiene, communication skills, etc. 2) Choose Character over Chemistry:     While chemistry and attraction are no doubt important, character precedes them both.

Grandma mariana Ong'ango Ololo it is never too late to get some quality education, ths is the message 78-year-old Mariana Ong’ango Ololo, teaches the world today as she became one of the newest pupil at Obambo Primary School, but not only is she the oldest pupil in her class, the grandmother is also the oldest pupil in the school. A Teache trying to assist her understand in class Ololo as she is fondly called, hails from Siaya county and reportedly showed up at the school unannounced on 14 May, in a school uniform and a shaved head, she was accompanied by her 56-year-old son George. Ololo who has already missed classes on several occasions due to her poor health is determined to see this through. mixing up with new friends The Daily Nation reports that she is a mother of eight and has been a widow since 2002. She reportedly started school because of an interest in politics and was inspired to do so by the election of Uhuru Kenyatta. She told the Daily Na

A TIME TO DIE By Nnochiri, C. AdrianPastol (Dedicated to all waiting on death) “Emeka… Emeka… Emeka…” He practically screamed his name now –“Oh! Ikenna, am so sorry, was a little lost for a minute, when did you come in?” “When did I come in?” replied Ikenna with a puzzled look. “Mekus” that is Emeka’s nickname and what all his friends called him including Ikenna, his closest friend, confidant and room-mate. Though they are in different departments and took lectures at different periods and locations, they still managed to always be together. They had the same friends, visited the same people, ate at the same canteens, hung out at the same spots, went to the same parties and clubs… it goes on, and they have been room-mates for over the two years they have been in school. They have also become very well adjusted to each others’ habits, like the fact that Ikenna never shares any of his personal things with anybody and that includes Emeka his best pal, or the fact that Emeka loves