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Yippee!!!

In view of tomorrow, which is the most important day of the year (my birthday!). I have come to realize that there would be a lot of nice people out there that would want to buy a nice gift for the nice birthday girl (ME!). It would be sort of cliche if I have to put up a blog post about my list of gifts that I intend to receive. So, No! I'm not going to do that. Feel free to hit me up via e-mail, Facebook, Twitter, BBMC chat and find out what on my list you can get for me. I'm waiting...unless if it's a surprise, then am also into that kind of thing.

It was late afternoon, the harsh scorch from the sun was fading, the cool evening breeze had begun its daily night shift. A small group of little humans; consisting of five or six children with age ranging from 7 to 9; emerge running from a three-storey building. They ran towards the tarred road adjacent to their building stopping a few metres away from the road, at the designated structure which was a shed made of aluminium roofing sheets and four wooden poles. This endeavour has been a daily ritual for these set of children, it had become more than what it was set out to be, right now, with the amount of attention, dedication and tenacity poured into it, it was much more than a game. Occasionally, some adults would entertain themselves by joining the group and taking the acting role of both spectators and judges, but today there were no spectators and or judges. They lined themselves side by side as each child prepared to verbally take possession of passing cars that he or she d

Hurrah!!! There is now an official bbm channel for the blog. Connect to the channel and get access to the other things that circumvents my head, which sadly didn't make it to the blog as an article. So the channel is: Cimdhog... C00443037

Once again she lets out a deep sigh deep enough to mirror her frustration accurately. She took few minutes to stretch her aching body this time letting out a more awkard sound. She stared outside through the window, it was raining heavily. She watched as the drops of rain leave watery marks as they run down the window. The raining season is one of her favorite seasons, whether she was outdoors being drenched by the merciless rain or she was indoors cozying up to two or three blankets and a cup of hot chocolate, either way she still considers each raining moment as a gift to humanity. ...but this time around things were different. She is not gazing up to the sky trying to catch the rain, neither was she under any blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. This time she is spending her magical moment searching for a lost item. Searching for a lost or mispaced items to her has been one of the worst activities on planet earth, because not only does it involve expending a lot of energy, it

Learn to walk the walk and strut with your head held high and the world under your feet. This is a call to all aspiring and upcoming models who want to lit the runways, or anyone interested in turning the world into their personal runway. Cassandra Ikegbune of cassiedaves.com, a fashion model and blogger is holding catwalk classes on the 19th, 20th, 26th, and 27th of September 2015. Interested participants should send an email to info@cassiedaves.com for a spot. Hurry, because limited spaces are available.

Stalking is real. I was not totally oblivious of its reality,but I was more indignant of the magnitude of its force on a human life. Well up until last month,or so . There I was being no one else but me, when I hit the peak in the amount of interest I have ever awarded to an individual. All of a sudden I became restless, and despite the cold arena my temperature just kept reaching for the stars,so much that I could feel beads of sweat rolling down the sides of my already moist face, making me thank God for my lack of makeup . I shifted in my seat as I began to ponder on ways and methods that I can apply to get more detailed and personal information on this individual (although the intending use of these information was absolutely harmless. I wanted to know just for knowing sake). My first option was to go around physically asking other people information about the individual involved, but having weighed the practically non existent pros with the humongous cons (which made me real

“Wham!!!” another metal objects slams into his unprepared face, he immediately put an halt to his unending aimless journey as he screams out in agony and goes down to the floor groping in pain and agony as he patted his face lightly. He laid flat on the cold staring into the pitch darkness wondering how he got himself into this disaster. With no hesitation his subconscious gave him a quick and simplified response; “ego and careless”, to which he could hardly deny or argue with. His mental recorder began to replay for him the circumstances and the wrong choices that he had made, despite his proper upbringing from an average Christian home. Once again he went through the wrong choices which had led him to the point of regret and pain which he now wallows in. He remembered being flunked all around with people of all kinds who seem to go with the tag of being friends, he remembered drinking and partying away his life with this same group of “friends” who would be the source of his ago

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