Review of MOWGLI (2018) By Jodekss Gloatkenf Is it a very captivating and adventurous tale you want to see? Or is it a very action-packed, matured and yet juvenile wild-life movie you have been longing

This time here the sun's harsher The dirt becomes dusts And the dusts disgrace us as they fly up high above Low, beneath and cuddle us with mild powdery molds And men's shadows are thicker besides The

SENSUAL MODE AND THE ADVENTURE TO BE After a few years; he was already done with her academics –she had finished at the college already and had furthered at one of the best ivory-towers in the States on

THE TALE The morning sun breezed casually in, through the slightly parted blinds. Barbara Forest responded with a deep frown. She opened an eye and reached for her wrist watch in the bed-side stool…. Knocking

I tell you with emphasis and in truth, I have people saying they should have tried redeploying or would still redeploy. Why? It is no gainsay that majority of Hausas believe in hardworking toward farming.

On one of those days, the sun was bigly up the horizon of the day to the south; it was around a rather calmly sunny Sunday in the month of May when our corn would come in its way with those disgustingly

His birth brought the being of a wondrous ray of the sun on this blessed blissful day The worth of the cloud were cooling and creamily glowing With the breeze of the breeze breezing, swooshing singing

Scowled sail the spirit so goes too timid Timid the cognition is hyped down with the worries of life Life in a wild wilderness like this there is nowhere nothing has white togs Cos all we have in a world

Nigeria, we have come comely to serve yeah Ye our dear father land Really Relying Right Seeking peace n' unity be as compatriots Calling out loud: "letting let love lead's what we need." NB:

...and we are all connected. I mean, this with that with that with this with those made up this and that and those or these... Chain reaction, because you slapped me was why I cried, why I cried was cos

Peace in the world when war trot through all the edges in heaven Peace above - merriment so much - the world receives heaven's waste from the West As long as we keep to survive under the sun war survives

Come down there, so we elenchise Those stony stories sun tells, I wonder wise The same who passed past is this one Your monotonous game, which is to burn Depletes the wills to work, should I then sleep?

"The first thing my mother failed to teach me is how not to be contented in life. She understands few English language Proverbs and the one quick to her mouth is 'half a bread is better than no