This prompt just made me remember my uncle and a helpless widow in my village. Growing up, I knew this widow in my village. She had two toddlers then and survives only by her vegetable business. The house

Nepotism has become the norm in our society; people find favours in offices simply because their family is part of the management or it’s a family business; even when they are not qualified enough, they

This type of prompts is the one that always gets people talking. Some may say jollof rice, some swear by pounded yam and others pizza. But every single time I'm

image generated using Gemini AI Having money doesn’t always equate to being happy. A person can have a very reasonable amount of wealth and still live a miserable life; happiness most of the time translates

It's been forty one days since Mazi Ude died. The chair had not been touched for that forty-one days. Every morning, the first rays of sunlight slipped through the narrow windows of the ancestral hall

While the role of punishment is to teach a child boundaries as well as consequences, rewards enforce positive behaviour of a child in a way of encouraging the child to want to repeat such behaviour by

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

In a country like mine, most workplaces will refuse to let you go on your annual leave with the excuse that it is not convenient for the company. Even when an employee falls sick, they will still want

The factory on the edge of town didn’t make ordinary concrete blocks. At first glance it looked like any other yard: gray dust on the ground, pallets stacked high, the hum of the mixer in the mornings.

Mara found the ink well on a rainy Tuesday, tucked behind the loose brick in the back room of the community library. It wasn’t a fountain or a pen. It was a small ceramic bowl, glazed blue, with a silver

My father made maps that were technically wrong. He didn’t put in roads or street names. He drew the city the way people remembered it. Here was the mango tree where I fell and learned to ride a bike.

It was on a Friday afternoon, when the Creative Arts teacher walked into the classroom and taught the children on "imaginary drawing". He narrated the story of a boss who was a chimpanzee, ordering

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

No LoRA, no reference photos, no training. Just a description, a name to anchor the face in embedding space, and a little geometry borrowed from directional statistics. If you have ever tried to build

No LoRA, no reference photos, no training. Just a description, a name to anchor the face in embedding space, and a little geometry borrowed from directional statistics. If you have ever tried to build

Good evening, blog friends! Here I am again, taking part in this weekly contest. Today, I’ve chosen fashion as my theme. Am I a fashion enthusiast? Do I follow trends? Absolutely not! I admit that when

Here in my part of the world we do say something like, sorry has male and it has females. More like, there's a way you say sorry and everyone knows you mean it and there's a way you say sorry and everyone

A ZapficMonday Entry: System

When Engels, my third son, was 20 years old, he began working at the VENETUR Hotel—formerly known as the Cumanagoto Hotel—located on San Luis Avenue, with a beautiful view of the sea, vast and crystal-clear,

‎Hello Hivers, ‎ ‎I have always been fascinated by mysteries, but I honestly don't know how I would react if I suddenly heard voices coming from a painting. Part of me would want to run in the opposite