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Something intriguing happened today. It was very minute, but you know how the small things mean a lot to people? Yeah, that. I'm new to Benin and I'm more of the Dora the Explorer kind of person, so of course, it is very easy for me to get lost and then find my way again. What happened this time was that I told a bus driver I would be alighting at Ring Road because I was going back to school, and someone on the bus told me not to worry, that the place the driver was stopping also led to Ring Road. We alighted and she pointed out the way to get to Ring Road. She even offered to help me cross to the other side of the road, but I had to withdraw first, and she actually waited for me to finish. She held my hand while crossing, and when she realized I was heading to Ring Road simply because that was the only route I knew back to Ekosodin where I live, she took me through a shorter, easier, and less expensive route instead. Going to Ring Road would have been a complete waste of time ...

  Nsukka I had a bit of catching up with my best friend Lee today and it was fun and nostalgic.  We went down memory lane, back to when we were in secondary school daydreaming about our lives in Nsukka , we did apply to nsukka but never got in. Now, you would want to ask but why Nsukka?  We read a book. Purple hibiscus.  For Lee ahd I, purple hibiscus by Chimamanda ngozi Adechie, was the most epic book we’ve read, and it was our all time favorite, if you’ve read this book you’ll know the story is situated in the town Nsukka in Enugu. Enugu was like a 13hours journey from our town but we didn’t mind the idea of traveling for that long, but why? Literature. Storytelling is so powerful, chimamanda sold us an idea of Nsukka that became magical in our heads, just by telling a story and till this very day many years later, Nsukka still holds so much significance for us. Dearest reader, the thing I love most about writing is this, how I’ve never been to places yet experienc...

"I have issues with memorizing." ~ X I've always been like, "I'm horrible at memorizing," because well,,, I was. I'd rather understand a concept than memorize it because memorizing never really worked for me. My brain had failed me too many times whenever I tried relying on it, so you see that "la cram, la pour"? I no dey do am. But here's the irony, I memorized my debate argument so well it felt like I had internalized it, and that honestly made me pause for a second because, how now? Shey I wasn't bad at memorizing? That moment reminded me of something I once read about how we become what we've accepted about ourselves. Maybe I was slow at memorizing, yes, but there I was completely writing myself off because that's what I had come to believe about myself. And the crazy thing is, what you believe about yourself slowly becomes your reality. Dearest reader, what's that one lie you've been telling yourself about you? Assu...

You guesssssssssss! Guess who won the bamsa interdepartmental debate? Yes, your girl! Omor I can't believe it, I was so excited ehen, like>>> I knew I could do it, but actually doing it? Mehn! I'm just grateful to God, to think that after hearing my opponents points I was hoping that lemme just least come second place, but the judge commended argument. It felt like divine compensation for the Shitty week I've had. It meant so much to me for real, it's how I went from the girl that spent a whole day in bed crying over my phonelessness to the girl screaming and jumping on stage when she was declared first place. It was grand and it was something I was actually passionate about, anyways, as my dearly beloved readers, lemme share with you my argument because why not: Artificial intelligence in education: a tool for advancement or a threat to students' intellect? ***** The difference between animals and humans is our ability to think. So when we hand students a ...

 “It is well.” “God knows best.” “I’m sorry.” I don’t think there’s ever an appropriate way or perfect words to console someone who has suffered a loss. Most times, you don’t even need to say anything. All those “I’m sorry for your loss” comments are low-key infuriating because here I am trying to get over the fact that my phone is gone forever, and you’re reminding me how miserable I already feel. Today has been a blur. I was too tired from all the crying, so I just slept. After waking up, I’d go back to sleep, and that’s basically how the entire day went. It was only this evening that I finally picked myself up because the deed had already been done and whether I felt like it or not, the show must go on. Yes, it hurts. So much that even the promise of a new phone didn’t make me feel better because that particular phone wasn’t just a phone. It contained too much,, writings I never completed, poems left unfinished, videos I never posted, and projects I never implemented. Now, enoug...