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GENERATED USING META AI I couldn't help but stare at Vanessa as she stood at the entrance of the restaurant trying to spot an empty seat...

I overheard my mom and her younger sister speaking about a man she had just met, but I couldn't join the conversation, nor could I go clo...

I live in a country where from time to time academic activities are put on hold either because of a strike by the academic staff union or...

I should have listened to the woman. I should have known better. But the beauty of that rechargeable white blender couldn't let me. It's...

Image Source When I first transferred to my new college, I found a lot of things amiss. Everything feels odd and weird. I guess it's bec...

PREAMBLE "Hi, I think this is the first time I’ve commented on one of your stories.." "Welcome sir,I'm new here so yeah it...

Lagos city is always looking so busy as usual. Filled with daily activities, cars honking, people hawking all around the street and every...

Emeka is one of my friends that I don't really talk to much because of his pompous attitude. Though we talk occasionally, he is a very ni...

The notification sound: "Exclusive Proofreading Opportunity: William Books Publishing." I remember thinking that the name sound...

Some time ago, I thought I was making the best decision by hanging out with Mike. They say, “Not all that glitters is gold.” But what if ...

Everyone loves good opportunities, be it job opportunities, relationship opportunities, whichever one it may be. Everyone loves good thin...

But how do you figure out ? Everything tend to glitter now a days. The society that we live in, is a descent society with most of the pe...

I was perplexed by what my eyes saw in a woman who claimed to be rich. I'm someone who sells foodstuffs. I sell to both those who do not ...

Generated using OpenAI If you ever want to feel like the least successful person in Nigeria, join my old secondary school WhatsApp group....

The only parents in my vicinity who haven’t enrolled their wards into Thomas High School are those who cannot afford to pay the school’s ...

I like to think of life as a moving train, its stages unfolding like stations along the route—infancy, childhood, adolescence, adulthood...

It was the ever first time I was scammed out of money, I was young and naive, and I was also trying to figure out the next steps to take...

If there's one person I envied in our lesson center with all my heart, infact everything in me is blessing She was the prettiest and bri...

Everytime when I pass Mama Michelle’s shop, I’m always amazed by the number of customers she has. Not only that, her shop is so big that ...

While in the university, there was this lady, also in my department, who lived a flashy lifestyle, had a car she drove around the whole ...

Heading to school As a kid in elementary school, venturing into high school was my biggest dream, I was always eager, wanting to get thr...

(English) Apparent deception Author: @nachomolina2 A puny peasant was herding a cow along a field path, keeping it under control only w...

In a small village called Elekahia where I grew up life was simple. People woke up with the crow of the cock, swept their compounds, fet...

The Coopers thought that they had found their dream house. It was located in a quiet surburb with a big garden at the back and a cute n...

Hello people, welcome to my blog. Mr Tony is a gentleman loved by almost everyone in the community. He is a home boy who gives gift to p...

Greetings Growing up with my younger brother has really been interesting.Though, we used to have our differences and different views abou...

Source His name is Sanusi. He is the owner of a palm oil and rubber plantation in my village with a plantation area reaching hundreds of...

Image source Some months back, I passed by my sister's secondary school building. Aside from not being what it used to be, it reminded me...

Creative Nonfiction in The Ink Well Prompt #143 Source Pixabay Welcome to The Ink Well's weekly creative nonfiction prompt! In this post,...

The village hadn't changed much. The streets were still the colour of red earth, the hushed voice of harmattan still waltzed between th...