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Happy New Month!! What To Do In NOVEMBER

NOVEMBER

Wow, how time flies! I can vividly remember January, 2014 and here we are in November. November is the month of harvest and thanksgiving and we sure do have a lot to be thankful for. With all the tragedies that ...

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QUARANTINED | My Escape From An Ebola Enclave – Part 5

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This logic sounded very appealing to Njideka. She saw no reason for advertising her family’s poverty on campus, while other girls were flaunting expensive cellphones, designer wardrobes and vacations to exotic places. Being a university student opened her eyes to ...

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#WisdomWednesday| DEEVA PROSE: Who Is A ‘Gywee’?

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Have you noticed people are becoming more and more creative with words? Beyonce Knowles created the word ‘bootylicious’; a word that has come to define a woman who is voluptuously beautiful and sexy. Kimora Lee Simmons coined the word ‘fabulousity’ ...

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DEEVA PROSE: The Funny Side Of The Bed

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Usually, when you start your day feeling irritably angry at everyone and everything, people will ask if you woke up from the wrong side of the bed. On this day, I think I must have woken from the funny side ...

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DEEVA PROSE: I Have No Magic Wand

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Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand. I feel so sad when I see all the injustice going on in the world. I hear them on the radio, I watch them on TV. I see them in my workplace ...

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Memo To My Haters…Read And Weep!!

DEEVA'S MEMO

Dear hater or whatever your name is, Usually I don’t dignify you all with an answer but one of you in PBWB Haters Inc. did the most stupid and cowardly thing when he/she chose to post a hate comment using my ...

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Broken Bridge of Memories 2: Omolara’s Story

Gambian woman and daughter

As the sun glistened in the afternoon sky, Sale walked into his wife’s eating place with a young maiden carrying a few bundles of clothing. Omolara, the eldest of nine children rushed out to greet her father and his guest ...

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Broken Bridge Of Memories 1: Nancy’s Story

NANCY'S STORY

I’ve often wondered about the mad man I see walking naked on the street. He rummages through rubbish bins. After he has eaten his fill of the decaying rubbish, he lies by the side of the road, under the glaring ...

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DEEVA PROSE: The Bondage Of Superstition

SUPERSTITION

I was nursing my three month old son one day, when I noticed two wall geckos chasing each other on my wall. “What!” I exclaimed to myself, “enough already, this is my fifth baby!” Then I remembered the promise I ...

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Poem: Nigeria’s Pride

We come from a land where the hills overlook vast grassland; The Rain Forest with the palm trees and strong timber A place where maidens play in the river and fetch water home to their families; Of rich soil and ...

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