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  Then Love happened! Professor Jack is in doubt about the existence of Love and he is hell-bent on proving that Love doesn't exist but only mere fantasy. However, in the quest of his research to disprove love at a resort, he is hit by the only one thing he dreaded- Love. PRICE: N400,000

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A friend once asserted that "blacks are Blacks' problem". I immediately disagreed with him and he explained further his reasons for such assertion. He narrated the story of how an uncle of his who lived abroad once gifted him a shirt and shoe worth $4500 when he had earlier requested startup capital for his business from the same uncle but said he doesn't have such fund. I smiled at his narration and replied, "your uncle is not actually the problem, ignorance and how Africans define startup capital is the problem." When many people hear the word 'startup or business capital' what comes to mind is a huge sum. He looked at me and nodded affirmatively. His uncle said he didn't have "that kind of huge money" because he thought of startup capital as a huge sum. I know many persons may have also received this kind of disappointing response from people they sought startup capital from at one time or the other. The question is what is "tha

Blame game/Opposition game A wise man once said, "When you keep blaming others for every situation you're in, someday you’ll begin to look like you’re the mistake all along". This holds true of our politicians in Nigeria. When a new government spend a good portion of its administration to point fingers on the failures or bad gimmicks of the old/displaced government instead of thinking outside the box to proffer solutions to the dilemma at hand, soon they will start to appear incompetent and an excuse seeker. Blame game has been a sad trend in our polity in this country. The APC government at the federal level elected in 2015 spent their entire first term blaming the deposed PDP government for insurgency and insecurity. Yeah, this state of insecurity ended the PDP reign of 16 years and the same is about to end the APC reign because they've also failed to keep the nation secured. They are now a victim of the situation that brought them to be. I hope this same trend  won

  Who puts me to blame?  When I watched the weak flame  Go dim on the wick frame Again I ask, who puts me to blame  For burning the flame low?  Or losing the onset glow? When long thoughts I’ve had in silent stir  And many nights observed in quiet stare  Yet… not anymore Tease my soul no more Groped too long in this cage of craving No more can my soul take this evil aching Put me not to blame for killing this dying flame Save my soul the blame game for pulling my heart outta the game

  “Is the tube rightly plugged?” Henry shouted as he struggled to screw the valve in place but failed at it again. Unaware of the blotch of oil on his backhand, he wiped at the balls of sweats laced on his forehead and left a smudge of oil stain on it instead. The 5 by 8 spanner wrench he has in his hand won’t bolt the loosened valve, leaving him frustrated.  “Is it plugged?” Simeon asked Henry from under the minivan where he laid to his back holding a rag to cover the leaking valve. With a sudden gush, a spurt of engine oil poured from the open valve into his mouth as his hand slipped from the opening. He scampered out from under the van, spitting profusely to get oil out of his mouth.  “Sorry Simeon, take some water,” Elizabeth said as she offered him a bottle of water.  “Sorry guys, but is there any progress with the repair?” She further inquired.  “I don’t see this van going anywhere. We do not have the right tools to fix the damage,” Henry replied.  “Jesus! But this is the middle

From the couch where I scouted, I heard a shout come from the South. No doubt, my bout of search backed by my stout passion to remain on this route is about to sprout a good result. I raced quickly down the base of the hill at an unbelievable pace with the expectation to unveil the face behind the veil. Alas, a new case of total disappointment and a new phase of utter disgrace. What bellowed below was just the echo from a vast fallow land with no tracks to follow. My mind had played a fast one on me with the whistling of the nearby thistles and my heels waited for no further epistles before it sprinted foolishly down the bushy hill. I know the familiar tune of mock that played in my head as my eyes sorrowfully traced the row of thistles back to the top of the high hill from where I had just descended. I looked ahead into the fallow emptiness to know what clue to follow next. My feet stayed glued to the ground as the pains from the descent now take its effect. I know I have to overcome