Butterfly
I came downhill one afternoon After school was over and done; Alone, listening to sunbirds tune, For then my few friends were all gone. And suddenly my eyes came to meet A beautiful butterfly in the air;
My home
I Went out with some friends to mark some moments on the slate of memory. I stood to introduce myself and i was ushered with some smiles that assured me of walking on waters. I met inviting shoulders,
The reason why teachers in Nigeria dress funny
The teaching profession is an honourable one not withstanding the construct and ideas in the minds of the masses. Having said that, a teacher is mandated according to the ethics of the teaching profession