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His nature of mind never contemplated idleness. In the tillings of his soil, you will find eagerness. His faithful promises, he bled to keep, Through the bruising of his hands; but mother earth was foiled

Giants are not what we think they are.The same qualities that appear to give them strength are often the sources of great weakness. _ Malcom Gladwell P.S This work is about the biblical account of the

I am going to make this a quickly as possible. It has been more than three months I did this; making a post in Steemit. This is not birthed out of the fact that one would say I have been disenchanted from

Act II Scene I The four Journeyed into the ihlathi of Isandwama. Paying full attention to the instructions of the Sangoma. They approached the deep of the forest where there various temptation began. (Enter

PS. The writer of this work does not boast of any sufficient knowledge of south African culture. He is a Nigerian, who has never being outside the shores of his country boarder. He only decided to explore

My days lately have been fraught with disappointment and depression. I think I have gotten to that point in living where everything I see or someone does, pisses me off. I am at that point acquaintance

She had looked keenly into the eyes of the Reaper, in it was a stare of intent and ruthlessness. For the first time in her life she had doubted her abilities. Fingers were bitten in fear and trepidation

There are times in life that when things happen and you start to question if the event was through the machinations of nature or there are things that influenced these occurrence. It was on the 10th of

One of the greatest undoings humans do to themselves is the ability to inculcate a false notion about themselves. More often than not we tend to believe too much in our abilities and non abilities to the

You know I was thinking that by the time I come online I must have seen Fifty Seven (57) reasons why Nigeria has been a bad country for the citizens. However I must say that irrespective of what we might

My early years of writing was not too smooth. I discovered that I wrote better when inspired from the heart. And those things when written are meant to be censored and not published. Let's just say they

This is a fund raising post for the Steemit In Nigeria (SIN) project. All Liquid SBD made on this post will be sent as donation to @leadent360 account. By now the project of SIN should not need any

This is my entry for the @surpassinggoggle untalented contest. Who am I? If I said i am a writer, would the answer be a resounding yes or an unqualified answer in the negative? Who am I? I am just a a

I really wanted an opportunity to be heard better. But not with this thin voice of mine in any matter. But this life of mine has taught me that to be heard is to speak, to talk, to teach, preach and learn

Call any person who has been on this platform long enough and ask them to tell you about the core tenets of Steemit and the very first answer you will get is; Reward content creators for original works

The Journey I was going through the third party server of www.steemdb.com and discovered that it is exactly two days ago that my Steemit journey became two months old. Quite a progress I must say, even

PS. By the end of this write up you must have heard a lot of the word cents and saints that it will be sweet melody to your ears. What are cents? Cents in this work could be defined as the incentives that

Many things inspired this post. After reading @onequality’s post on health and with specific reference to depression I formed the opinion to write something about this. It became even more pressing when

The dying elder picked particular humour of his plight, still lying almost lifeless on the floor. He gave an hysterical laugh for a long time that threatened violent consequences rather than pain. Coughing

Source It was one of those evening the moon had betrayed the night. Darkness press upon the earth like it never did. The oil lamp was lit around the thatched Hut, all but a weak attempt to brighten up