The world through my distorted lens... a distorted world through my lens.

Bitcoins And Plastic Rice

"Guy how far?" "Boss I dey o. How your side.""Na you be boss o. I dey look up to you. Nothing much dey happen. Holiday tinz on a low key.""Who you dey whine. You wey be boss. Omo this harmattan no be hear o.""Leave harmattan first. It comes and goes. Let's talk business. Have you heard the latest?" "I...
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Zarfund The New Online Scheme.

The name of the company is ZARFUND - Where Wealth is Predictable and It was founded by a South African named Harnnes Jordaan. ZARFUND is a Person-To-Person Direct Donation Platform.The system was designed in such a way that it can be used by Fundraisers, such as Charities, Schools, Clubs, non-profits,...
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Men Too Can Cook

I stepped into the compound of my residence, through the main gate,  and many thoughts about the day's event started aligning in my head. Somethings I thought were done perfectly and some others I thought would have been near perfect if a different course of action had been taken...  But after...
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Social Media Ills

Since Y2K, technology has recorded tremendous advancements. It has spread its tentacles across many platforms, and every sector in life have since registered colossal breakthroughs. One of the revolutionary introduction then, was the mobile phone. It was so unprecedented that people on the streets looked...
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NEW SEASON RESOLUTION

Football is a beautiful game. We all know that right. Yet, most times, we permit sentiments to cloud our eyes. Which gives us only but a blurry vision of this beautiful game. Sentiment is emotional. It not only clouds one's eyes but one's judgement as well. I have observed, no matter how good a team...
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SOME DAYS ARE LIKE THAT

After having a long and stressful day at work, I came back home, exhausted and hungry. Why must Mondays always be this mean? Without pulling off my clothes, I swiftly dashed into the kitchen, from where my help cometh from. I rolled up my sleeves, and washed my hands. Then I started inspecting the...
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Rain, spare my clothes

Mr. Rain or Ms. Rain, you need to stop for a while. I understand perfectly that this is your season, but please stop the cry. It is your turn to shine I know that prayer line, but please give the sun some space and time. It is no big deal just a small tweak in weather and clime. My washed clothes...
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Happy Fathers day

Fathers are the pillars of our families, and in a broader view, society. As the breadwinners by default, they act as the financier-in-chief of the family. Providing enough funds needed to school the kids, feed, clothe and shelter the family. Notwithstanding the state of the economy. In most cases, he is the first to leave the house for work and the last to come back,  not as a hobby, but a means...
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Here Today Gone Tomorrow

Just this morning, we woke up to the news of the demise of Stephen Okechukwu Keshi. Yes, it happened. Unexpected and shocking as it might be. The nation's cup winner as a player and a coach is no more. He's gone. Who do we hold accountable? Is this the pact we signed up with life? Here today and gone tomorrow? Forever? Incidents like this usually triggers off questions deep inside our minds. Questions...
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The disparity between the rich and poor in Akwa ibom

The disparity between the rich and the poor in Akwa ibom. The beautiful state of Akwa ibom is blessed with a rich  cultural heritage, fantastically peculiar language, diverse delicious delicacies, good road networks with street lights and artefacts that leaves envy etched on the faces of other states. Adorned with a mild weather and fertile land for tiling, sea for fishing and crude oil for...
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Facebook experience.

This is my seventh year on Facebook, and with the years, comes observations, and observations begets experience. The like feature has been one of the most controversial features of Facebook. It has come with so many misinterpretations. The Problem: Girl-A posts a photo of herself and gets only 10 likes. Girl-B posts a photo of herself and gets 120 likes. Worthy of note here is,  Girl-A appears...
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Last Day in Camp

The NYSC orientation camp finally came to a close. It had seemed  like the three weeks of camping would be unending, but here was the last day of the exercise.   Several camp activities made the three weeks somewhat unbearable for a person who had no military training. The routine parades at dawn, noon and   dusk,  amidst military jargons. The compulsory skill acquisition lectures...
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Unnecessary Frustration

Just like other nights,  the house of Mr. Okafor was without  power, and enveloped in darkness, just like other houses. The blackouts in the country had become excessively recurrent, the people had adjusted to living in darkness. Suffering but smiling. Aside from the curses laid out on the power company anytime the power supply was  interrupted, no one seemed to have taken any legal...
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The Door Syndrome

I grabbed the remote control and without looking at it I pressed 2-2-3.  My fingers  pushed down on the button combinations in quick succession without sending any impulse to my cranium box.  The TV didn't respond accordingly. Instead of displaying  2-2-3 as I punched the keypad, it only showed 2-2 and then froze. Several repeated thumb movements didn't change much. "What's...
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