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“Writing 101, Day Twenty: The Thing We Treasure”

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Nothing I treasure now than my online presense. It is something so precious to my life now and in the future. But the unfortunate thing is I might not be able to meet the requirement of this last day challenge because of so many up and down we face everyday in terms ofenergy supply. Just got a low battery warning from my phone. Let my picture say the rest.

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Thank you all for your listening ear. I am proud to be part of this excercise.

“Writing 101, Day Nineteen: Don’t Stop The Rockin’ “

All road lead to the digital world………

Today is a free writing day. Write at least four hundred words and once you start, don’t stop, no-self editing, no trash-talking and no secong guessing, just go.

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What can we say of our world today. It has actually gone towards a direction, digitally unbelievably. Thanks to to scientist who then worked their life to frenzy and was able to deliever to the world something so tangible and very benefitting to mankind

What the world would have been without this digital phonemenon. There wouldn’t have been what we today called digital village. Neither would there have been close interactive ass we know it today.

No hand shaking across the ocean or shoulder rubbing, not to talk of holding one another hand by hand. The journey that started less than three decades had been so transforming across board. It has drastically change the way everything runs on planet earth. Such as the way we relate with ourselve as human being, the way we relate with our enviroment, and other living things such as animals.

We all had been towing the line in unison and it had created a divide digitally. You just have to be up abd doing, strive constantly to catch up if you are lacking in acquiring the digital knowledge which had become a must for you to be globally relevant today and the future. If you are not just there, you are not there at all.

Because of its origination. The western world gain digital momentum so rapidly within the space of ten years. Something that started like nothing witness phenomenon growth at ration of between 300-500% within first five years. While on this side of the world. Africa because of our easy have it nature and lack of researching lifestyle were still basking in our usual lifestyle not knowing that the tide has changed.

Nigeria for example were using analogue telephone landline till late nineteen nineties. We actually got GSM operation by 2001 or thereabout. When the GSM came, initialyy people thought it was all abouljust making voice call. But as the service provider settles more into the the business with several upgrading facilities! They started rolling out other services that had not only add value to life but had also improve their economic well being.

When the idea of making money got here, it was the swindlers that first got it, and they bastardise it to the detriment of genuine others who just want to be legitimate in all their doing. For example, Paypal does not do business with Nigeria. I honestly hope they’ll change their mind. Sometime I wonder if you can make legitimate money online, why go dubious? They are always in a hurry to make money forgetting that easy comes, easy goes.

The conclusive part of this post is that internet the way I see it had been and is still a blessing to mankind. Whichevr way you look at it. I know whatever has advantage does have disadvantage, but the undisputable fact is that internet nas made the world a better place. Mankind a better being void of any limitation. Isn’t that so? Afterall it afford me to related with you and learning from everyone and everywhere. It has made my life better than it used to be. I think I’ll always be grateful for that and the entire blogging community including our host platform. WordPress and its entire systemn. 

“Writing 101, Day Eighteeen: Hone your Point Of View”

The neigbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raise a family of six boys, who’re grown up and moved away. Since Mr Pauley died died three months ago, she’d no income. She fallen behind in the rent.

The lanlord accompanied by the police, have come to evict Mrs Pauley from the house she’s lived in for fourty years. Write this story in the first person told by twelve years old sitting on the stoop across the street.

“Ah! I can’t believe this is happening. The rumour of Mrs Pauley eviction is actually happening. How can the bubble just bust like this few months after her husband was laid to rest? Where are all the members of the family and where would she be taken now? Probably to a nursing home for old people”.

Lola, twelve years old stoop on the frail wood short staircase in front of their apartment watches the whole incident with deep sadness and pity. She wish she’s in position to come to old woman’s aid. She’s emotionally touched and could not stop the tears dripping on her face as Mrs Pauley is led to police car onward to God knows where they are taking her.

“I will never allow this to happen to me in my old age, no matter what it will take. I would not want to go through this. Never. This is societal conspiracy and unfair advantage” she stood up sobing and retreated to their appartment extremely unhappy.

“Writing 101, Day Seventeen: Your Personality On The Page”

Finding a way around it……….

I wish i can write well, tell damn good stories, makes you laugh, makes you cry. Makes you relate or feel the realism of my stories. But frankly speaking, it look like a journey too far. See what blogging has done to me?

I got here thinking ‘let me just write anything that will just give me kick, like escapism that takes me somewhere so peaceful leaving behind my inadequacies. All these keep revolving at the same time like wheel in motion. And at the same time, consciously being careful about how I go about it without looking stupid.

Sometimes it can be truely overwhelming. I have encounter block few times but I have found a way around it. When it comes, I’ll just take a nap to ease my tension. Writing can be really challenging but as well fulfilling.

I see so many beautiful styles, lot of good ones. Million of bloggers out there far more better. But the thing is, i must keep learning and perfecting the art, or is it act? As we used to say here ‘no be small thing o’ but the beat goes on.

Truely the beat of anxiety, fear, doubt drums! Though the will never allows its sound to be heard. The will as in, let me hide behind the stroke or rather the click to express the rumbling of the heart through the burning flame of desire to make what would have being ordinarily a mere thought to something tangible.

Don’t be in a hurry to judge what it is now as the benchmark but rather the genesis of multiple streams gushing down the terrain.

“Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins–Point of View”

The prompt: a man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write the scene.

Twist: write the scene from three points of view: from the man’s perspective, the woman and finally the old lady.

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Ade had not been himself of late, and this happen to be regular occurence whenever the date is nearer. The memory of the day he lost both his parent. Though he was not that close to his father, but the bond between him and his mother was very strong. He was their only child, they both died in a road mishap four years back. He still feel like, it was yesterday.

He almost lost interest in life itself, a rich guy from rich home who is financial wise secured. He is not able to cope with the fact that his parent he cherished so much no longer exist but long gone. The feeling of terrible sadness always encamped him as a result of that. Until he met Janet. Who is quick to realise that her friend is in dear need of support. It took him some time to open up to her the cause of his sadness.

Having known, she made up her mind to be there for him and this developed to deep rooted love coloured with mutual respect and strong affection. So assuring. In his life, Janet’s love and the the sadness he experienced goes side by side. The presence of the jewel of inestimable value brought the ascertainment. ” I am fortunate to have Janet in my life” his thought as they held hands walking into the not too crowded park that faithful evening, both enjoying the peace and the scenery.

For him, all that came to stop as they passed by an old lady sitting on a bench busy knitting a small red swearter,  sadness overwhelm him and he cried. Not seeing his face, the old woman was admiring their closeness, and she smile, thinking in her mind “love is good, and these ‘up and coming’ look like they have it going. But life is a bundle of contradictions, full of sadness and joy running race together” and then she realise he is crying. Her smile disappeared. Turn to pity, she continue to wonder!

Janet, their hand still linked had her focus elsewhere but she felt sensation and stiffness on her hand. She felt something wrong. Saw him crying. She thought ” give him comfort” and embraced him so he could gain control of himself. They approached a bench nearby. And they both sat and held on to one another. He coughed to clear his troat, he began to say “Though my mother was not as old as that old woman there, but the resemblance is so striking. But the real spark is that my mother is fond of knitting small sweater that she believed is meant for my would be children. Because she love and wanted to have chidren but after a long waiting and almost loss of hope? She had me in early fifties. She always knit for fun and her future grand children which she never thought she will not live to see. Incidentally red is her favourite”.

“My mother was from Texas while my father was a Nigerian. Her dream was for all of us to visit Africa as a large family”. He continues “Now that I have decided to lay down my past and embrace my future who is here with me, would you like to be my mother, my wife and my everything?”

Another set of roll of tears dripping, this tme not his but her’s. There was long silence but with a subtle voice “I have been looking for a father since I lost my father to heart attack. Ain’t I lucky to have my father sitting right here with me?” They glued to each other for a long time with sweet kisses. The old woman voice woke them up “This is the sweetest thing I have seen today” and she just walked away. Little do they know that the old woman had actualy left behind the finished small red sweater right by Janet’s side.

“Writing 101, Day Seven:Give And Take”

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The two cities. The relevance of yesteryears and today’s reality. The power and the beauty seems to be changing hand due to impactful leadership of one man knack for uncommon transformation.

Genuine turnaround is always spearheaded by one person. And when that one man assume the mantle of leadership, positive change is inevitable. That is how it is world over till date. That was what Chairman Mao was to China, that was what Obafemi Awolowo was to the defunct post independence Nigerian Western Region. And that is what Chief Godswill Akpabio is to Akwa Ibom State of Nigeria.

Akwa Ibom state was carved out of Cross River State. While they were together, the cross verians and ibomites are friends like enemy. Their rivalry is obvious, loaded with complex. All the good life and development were located in Calabar, the capital city. The people of Cross River always feel superior over Akwa Ibom people. Even after the creation of Akwa Ibom State almost 30 years ago, nothing change until emergence of Godswill Akpabio. He said this in an interview ” when ibom man marry in those days, they have to travel to Calabar to take photograph at 11,11.(about 150 km away). But not anymore”.

The level of infrastructural development brought about by this amiable governor has placed Akwa Ibom State ahead of Cross River State within 8 years, with a margin that may take the later about 25 years to catch up give and take.

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