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THE SHADOW WEAVER

Erebus was a master craftsman, renowned for his exquisite wooden sculptures that seemed to hold the essence of the forest. His hands, stained with the rich scent of cedar and pine, created beauty that mesmerized all who beheld it. Yet, beneath his skilled fingers and warm smile, a shadow stirred. A presence born from the depths of his own darkness, forged in the fire of his deepest fears and desires. This shadow, named Umbra, whispered cruel truths in Erebus's ear, tempting him with promises of power and control. It fed on his doubts, growing stronger with each passing night. One fateful evening, as the village slumbered, Erebus's inner turmoil boiled over. Umbra's insidious voice convinced him that his art was worthless, that his creations were but pale imitations of true beauty. In a fit of rage, Erebus destroyed his life's work, reducing his studio to splintered fragments and shattered dreams. As the villagers awoke to the sound of shattering wood, they found Erebus

THE CAMPAIGN AGAINST JUNGLE JUSTICE

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Marilyn Oma Anona, a young Nigerian talk show host, public speaker, media and social entrepreneur, is leading the campaign against jungle justice in Nigeria. What is Jungle Justice? Jungle justice, or mob justice, is a form of public extrajudicial killings where an alleged criminal is humiliated, beaten, or executed by a crowd or vigilantes without a fair hearing. Many victims are later found to be innocent, making this practice inhumane, barbaric, and unjustifiable. Consequences Jungle justice has increased at an alarming rate, with daily killings and over 50% of victims being innocent. This practice fuels lawlessness, insecurity, and hatred. Examples - ALUU4 - The woman beheaded in Kano - The Bakassi Boys of Aba - Gay boys burnt in Ondo state - Ghanaian soldier lynched in Accra - Ikorodu mobbing and lynching of comedian Chinedu Paul Why Jungle Justice? Disappointment with the system, which has failed many Nigerians, drives jungle justice. However, this doesn't just

WHY?

You thought your intense feelings for her were a testament to your deep love, but now you realize that your obsession was merely a reflection of your own self-absorption. She was simply a conduit for your own happiness, a means to an end, rather than the true object of your affection. Your fixation was never truly about her, but about how she made you feel about yourself. You mistook your own ego's whispers for the whispers of the heart, and saw in her a mirror to your own desires, rather than a soul worthy of love. Your passion was a solo performance, with her as merely a prop on the stage of your own self-obsession.

Lagos Thrills

Lagos Thrills A drug hawker joins our bus, and, you know their drill, he begins advertising this highly efficacious deworming drug, or so he would have us believe. He went at it so convincingly that even one without worms may have considered purchasing a dozen. He left nothing unsaid to sway his hearers. He claimed the testimony of this wonder product had blazed through the island like wildfire. Then just at that moment, a woman at the last row behind exclaims (in pidgin), "Is this not Kewiz (the real name of the drug not used)? Wow! I heard amazing news about the medicine, but I didn't care until I started defecating worms myself last week. Then quickly, I went and bought the medicine and took it for three days, and my system cleared fffiam!" (You'd think her bowels became transparent.) She then turned to the man, "Please give me two, I need to buy for my brothers." Next, eight passengers speedily procured their own blisters of the drug. You'd wonder

COURTSHIP

The delicate and beautiful art, unfolds like a tender bloom. It's a gentle, sweet, and tantalizing journey, where two souls entwine, discovering the rhythm of each other's hearts. In the early stages, eyes meet, and sparks fly. The air vibrates with anticipation as words are whispered, and smiles are shared. The thrill of possibility hangs like a promise. With each passing day, the connection deepens. Laughter echoes, and moments are cherished. The mystery of the other unfolds, like petals of a rose. Courtship is a symphony of emotions: - The flutter of nervous excitement - The warmth of tender touch - The joy of shared discoveries - The comfort of gentle silences In this delicate dance, vulnerability meets trust. Two hearts, once strangers, now beat in harmony. Its' beauty lies not only in its destination but in the journey itself. It's the whispered promises in moonlit nights The surprise gestures that speak volumes The quiet moments of understanding The laughter that

PEDIGREE REVISITED

Pedigree dogs are dogs with a known documented ancestral lineage up to the fourth generation at least. These are the only kind of dogs that can be confirmed as pure breeds. You can only speculate the purity of non pedigree dogs based on genotype and immediate parents. If you have a disease, your physician might attempt to ascertain if that disease is common in your family. They can only go as far as grandparents, after which if they couldn't find, would have to conclude that the cause of the disease is environmental, or you are the very first carrier. For dogs, a disease, trait, temperament, structure, genotype, phenotype, etc can skip 6 generations and be passed to the 7th. Breeders with pedigree dogs to a very large degree can curtail this negative genes, through the study of the dogs in the pedigree of their dogs, informing them on how to get a near perfect breeding pair. The breeder with this pedigree can also work hard to improve and develop the good genes- good structure, hea

Is Nigeria That Bad?

Amidst the chaos and challenges of everyday life in Nigeria, I've experienced some remarkable acts of kindness that restored my faith in humanity. *Taxi Ride from Bwari to Berger* I shared a taxi with four others, agreeing on N250 each. When I handed the driver N1,000, he claimed he had no change. Despite my earlier warning, he let me go without paying, trusting my honesty. *Aunt's Thoughtful Gesture* Arriving late at my aunt's Lagos home, I planned to buy Agbalumo. But the shopkeeper laughed, saying my aunt had already bought half a basket. Witnessing her kindness warmed my heart. *ATM Queue Surprise* A woman at the ATM needed help, and a man assisted her. Astonishingly, he returned to his place in line without withdrawing his own money. The crowd was shocked, but he simply smiled. *Tricycle Rider's Integrity* Traveling from Agric (Ikorodu, Lagos), I gave the rider N100, thinking it was the fare. He chased after me, returning N50 in change. When I offered it back, he s