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Under the sun that burns so bright, Africa struggles in its eternal plight, "Developing," they say, a softer phrase, But the truth speaks louder through a hazy gaze. We crawl through fields meant

When the shadows of time stretch long, And years weigh heavy, like a somber song, We rise to dance, to stay, to strive, But the winds of age chill the fire alive. The body tires, the mind grows frail,

The air was thick with tension as Aminu and Zara moved through the narrow alleyways of Kano. Every step felt like a gamble, every glance over the shoulder a reminder that they were no longer safe. The

O, Sovereign of Shadows, eternal and wise, Above all, you reign, where humanity lies. You shun earthly gifts, and bribes do not sway, When you grace the threshold, all hearts must obey. At your arrival,

The sun hung low over Kano, casting a reddish hue across the horizon as Aminu and Zara left the warehouse. The air was thick with dust, and the usual chatter of the city had faded into a tense quiet. Even

A shadow fell upon the earth, A spectre none could name, A creeping blight that stole our breath, And left our world aflame. Illness, death, the daily fare, None escape its grasp, The living cannot bury

The night had fallen thick and fast over Kano, cloaking the city in a darkness as heavy as the day’s events. The echoes of the protest still hung in the air, like smoke from a fire that had yet to fully

The village of Agbaye was a place of serene simplicity, but Bola’s beauty stirred an undercurrent of restlessness. She was the kind of beauty that set men’s hearts ablaze, igniting desires even among the

The midday sun sat high in the sky, a relentless ball of fire scorching the parched earth of Kano. The city, once a thriving hub of trade and culture, now seemed suffocated by the weight of its troubles.

We dream of lands where justice reigns, Where men and women break their chains. In the eyes of the Creator, both the same, No higher call, no greater name. The breath we share, the life we grow, Blood

Abuja was waking up slowly, the early morning light stretching over the city like a cautious hand. The grandeur of Aso Rock stood against the backdrop of rising tensions, a silent witness to the nation's

Alone in my thoughts, I mumble words Too faint to echo, too scared to be heard. A stranger to this world, Lost in sorrow, I wander, Belonging nowhere, seeking a place Where silence holds no judgment, Where

The sun hovered low in the sky, casting an orange glow over Abari as the villagers moved through their routines with a quiet intensity. There was an undercurrent of tension that seemed to lace the air,

Like a flower, I bloom from within, My petals soft, yet strong in the wind. I offer hope, I radiate light, A quiet warmth in the darkest night. Through seasons of change, I thrive and grow, Shaped by the

The village of Abari lay nestled between hills, often unnoticed by the fast-moving world beyond. It was a place where life had once thrived in simplicity. But now, beneath its tranquil facade, something

Yesterday, you were here with me, We wandered through the world carefree, A perfect day, a fleeting dream, Before I blinked, you slipped unseen. I closed my eyes, and when they stirred, You vanished like

You can catch up the previous chapters from my blog post. Suleiman woke to the sounds of the village stirring. Roosters crowed, pots clattered in nearby homes, and the faint murmur of early morning

It never fades, no matter the time, Years drift by, like voices of rhyme, Yet it feels like only yesterday, When you were taken far away. I tried to let the memories go, But sorrow lingers, deep and slow.

The midday sun hung high over Ibadan as it cast long shadows that danced along the dusty streets. Far from the relentless pace of Lagos, Ibadan had its own quiet rhythm. A city steeped in history, its

I am special, Though you may not see it clear, Your thoughts don't shape the way I live, For who I am is why I’m here. I am special, Darker than you, perhaps, But in this shade, my beauty lies, A brilliance