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A kid's prayer: As i face another day,
Watch over me Lord when i play,
Help me not to cry when i fall.
Instill in me your sweetest love.
Fill my heart with your truth.
As i'll soon ...145 comment(s)
OH! PASTOR: ... Oh! Pastor ... REPENT!!! before its too late!
This poetry shows the deteriorating state of our religious leaders ... so help us GOD!...102 comment(s)
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The first time he kissed her it was from across the office.
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Captain von 'Clap' Trapp: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of some ages, good day.
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This is formally inform everyone that the A Heart to Mend Nigerian Launch Contest, has been cancelled. The delay in putting out this announcement was because the Naija Stories team sent the entries to an external person for a second opinion. What was determined [...]
‘It is all a ritual’, Martha thinks to herself as she shuffles from foot to foot on the slow line that is headed towards the priest at the altar. She almost sighs out loud until she remembers that her father is standing right behind [...]
The music playing in his brain was off tune, yes, it was recognizable but it wasn’t right, it was high pitched and screechy. He removed the earphones from his ear, these earphones had a problem. This wasn’t new to him; he had heard worse [...]
I stood in front of the sink, washing the dishes. At the same time, I could hear the wheezing sound escaping from the pot of beans on the fire. Our kitchen was a very big one, beautifully decorated with white tiles and cream wall [...]
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She saw herself entering the cavernous building. She knew there were people there, waiting, watching. But she could see only him. He was also waiting for her. She felt the paralyzing fear sweep over her, rendering her immobile. [...]
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