Ojukwu: Their Hero; My Coward
By: Arc
Level: 3
(3 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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Chief Chukwuemeka Odumegwu Ojukwu (Ikemba)
I never met the great man, he hasn’t done much to offend me save for picking super model Bianca for companionship and snubbing his mates (how could Feminists miss that?). All opinions I have about him are formed by events and stories I have heard-history, documentaries, newspapers, elderly mouths. Every time I hear Ojukwu, I hear the Biafran War, I hear Civil War, I hear 1967-1970…Funny when I hear Gowon, all I actually think is ‘Nigerian’s past president.’ Before we get to meet the man- Ikemba Ojukwu, Let us go through the legacy he left us, how it happened and what I think, perhaps know, sparked events. Continue reading
…Close Your Ears; It’s Alright….
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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It is not the cock crow that wakes me up everyday
I hear dad’s voice as loud as a bullhorn yet again today
I see the passion in the eyes; it’s hate no doubt
Is there a surgery that can change one inside out? Continue reading
…You Need Power Only When You Want To Do Something Harmful Otherwise Love Is Enough To Get Everything Done…Charlie Chaplin…
… Extracto Del Anuario…
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The Legends of the Faculty of Pharmaceutical Sciences University of Port Harcourt….
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ADHEKEGBA ODAFE .E Continue reading
…Firefly Is The Opposite Of Waterfall…
…Hell Is Debatable, AIDS Is Real…Happy Valentine’s Day…
…African Beauty…
By: Chika Obi
Level: 1
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Glittering are the whitish thirty two,
And on the skin, is no tattoo,
A replica of the morning sun,
An ally to the friendly moonlight;
Having the sound of the clinging cymbal,
Attracting the best of troupes. Continue reading
…God Opens The Door, You Need To Get The Windows…Arc
…Inner Battle…
By: Ebuka Nwachukwu
Level: 1
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My mind is like shattered glass
I lie on thorns as soft and green as field grass
My soul is like a scrambled puzzle
It would have killed me had it not worn a muzzle Continue reading