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It's disheartening to witness teachers, who should be role models, disregarding the school's rules and regulations. The official start time for staff on duty is 7:00 a.m., and for those who aren't, the

Yesterday marked the day of our long-awaited staff audit—a necessary process designed to root out "ghost workers," those who are paid but never show up for work. It’s an important initiative

The morning brought a strange stillness to the village as if the earth itself was holding its breath. Suleiman woke to the quiet, his heart heavy with the weight of the day ahead. He could feel it in his

Today is Sunday, a day many Christians dedicate to worshipping God. I woke up later than usual, though I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason. It may have been because I was awake at midnight attending to

The morning sun peeked over the horizon, casting long golden rays over the village. Suleiman awoke to the sounds of the day beginning—the distant murmur of voices, the clatter of pots, and the crowing

Are you shackled by the whispers of doubt, A prisoner to the naysayers' shouts? In shadows of fear, you may find your heart, Tethered to beliefs that keep you apart. Listen close, to the tale of a bold

The skies over the village were thick with smoke, the sun casting an eerie glow through the ashen clouds. Ngozi stood at the edge of the marketplace, her heart heavy with the burden of all that had been

We all seek the finest in life, Yet none will hire a hand without skill or strife. In every job ad, the message is clear, Three years, four years, of experience to revere. But have we pondered this curious

Aminu stood on a ridge overlooking the village, the wind whipping through his clothes as he surveyed the land. It was a rare moment of quiet before the storm, and he took it in, knowing that peace would

Chapter One: The Encounter at Balogun Market It was a rainy afternoon in Lagos when Ifeoma found herself trapped under a rusty tin roof at Balogun Market. The clouds loomed heavily above the bustling city,

The wings of age, flutter low, A shadow cast where hope should grow. Though dreams once spread their mighty span, Time's cruel whisper shifts the plan. Nature bends the strongest oak, Leaves us frail beneath

The dawn was creeping over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the makeshift camp set up by the protesters. Aminu stood at the edge of the settlement, watching as the first rays of sunlight painted the

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