source Privileging... Just like an opportunity, Somewhat of a luck in reality. For something and anything, For someone and anyone, For somewhere and anywhere. Focusing on the present, Rather than what

source It is as usual, the morning was at its early hours and the time is 4 a.m in the city of Lagos where surplus in demand is a thing and people who want to buy much more of the product than its availability

Before dig-done. source Although it isn't in the rig, Normally, the pig swims in the swamp for the pig, For a longer period worn, As time serves the dig-done, Each embodiment will be a gig, To show each

source It was my first experience while the sunny afternoon reflected our shadows vividly. The queue was very long, as if it were an endless rope. After standing for forty minutes, I left the queue and

source Belated celebratory galore. It is a simple context, Lined in the index. For we all celebrate growth in pounce, For the children that we were once. So it is all about celebrating, And the contextual

source It was a bright day and the weather wasn't cloudy or harsh. I was sitting at my usual spot, as the loud noises were oozing all around as usual, and then the playing ground was filled with students

source Although it is inevitable, as growth is the most constant thing in life and cannot be ignored, taking responsibility for oneself is what Tunde ventured into at a young age, prompted by a significant

The senior man who always turns up as human. A self-made, Evolving the world that is full of facade, So congratulations this time, With the equilibrium to balance the rhyme, To the experience that can

source The ways of the Umpamugos. Is not to show itself, But to see itself. As to see, Evolves consciousness to be, And consciousness is not imaginary, Which is attached to mental imagery, Consciousness

source Although, the rain drizzled like sprinkled showers in the sky. I stood by the fact that I wouldn't miss Mr Peter's jumping-the-gun party. My friends, Gabriel, Sam, Ade, and Bosun came to pick me

source Is not the son of none. It is so bright that it clears the route, In a way vivid enough for the foot, As the blockage couldn’t overshadow the sun's brightness, So to say that the entire scheme is

source The sky looked as if it was going to fall today as fear lingered in all my companions' minds and they believed me to pull the stunt I did while we were together earlier and the crowd that followed

Ridding the B.O.A.T. source So to abbreviate it to the "B" of all time, The word known, So-called the poet. So let's be brief, Tagging on realization, As the blackest days passed. So too the

source The cat's tale. What did it know, So to show, Than to meow and grow. The one to observe, Staying with its creator as a half. Sometimes alone, Sometimes affectionately in tone. So what cosign it

A Story Not Lived, Yet Understood source Although Ose had just come from the village, he observed everything around him while walking with his uncle, Onosa. “The guy with 366 scopes” was heard from a man

source Leaving it to pile. Turning on the lights, Showing in counting bytes. It is not about fighting, Or to state what is right. It is a plight, Knowing that it is bright. To see the child, Having the

source The noise still echoed in her head, just as the hammering of the earth's surface does in demagnetization. The alarm rang continuously as if there was an emergency that must be followed as Mary tried

The so-called broadest to reach. source It is just after round one, With a bit of calculation to none, That universe is the broadest one. Counting big digits, Needn't visits, So worth it credits, That's

The kind associated with rank. source Is it a crank? To laugh why the eyes are frank, Is it a prank? Reading from a book looking blank, Just as in the plank, Standing in the flank, To exude swank, The

source During the full moon in mid-year, around the unfathomable village of a native tribe, leaving it beyond the reach of time and civilization. An unprecedented incident happened in the history of the