Halloween at Midnight._UNITY IN DIVERSITY_Knowledge is Power_A struggle to exist
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Halloween at Midnight.
Bobby and Jimmy were destined to be bosom friends. They were born on the same day from families living on the same street. Bobby arrived seven hours earlier than Jimmy by stint of a delivery in which he popped out as easily as an orange pip being squeezed between thumb and forefinger. Whereas, Jimmy led to first contraction but made heavy weather of it in the final straight to the exit or finish line. Both had healthy lungs as demonstrated after receiving a hefty smack on the arse from an old-fashioned doctor. The doctor in question thought this needed twww.onedoor.cco be done regardless of whether or no c...
UNITY IN DIVERSITY
UNITY IN DIVERSITYThe winters had already begun in Europe. The trees and surroundings were covered with snow .Days became short, as usual not as sunny and nights became longer. It became hard for the birds to find food for themselves. As a result of all of these happenings, the time was due for the Little Wood Sandpiper and her family to migrate to a warm place, where they can find food and shelter.So they started their journey towards the destination, towards South Asia, where the winters were mild and abundant food was available for them to spend rest of the winter. As ...
Knowledge is Power
1375Ibrahim Bakir dipped the slender tip of his qualm into the sooty black inkwell. Despite the afternoon sun radiating through the open windows, the ageing scribe’s eyes strained with fatigue.All around him, the sights and sounds of the Great Kingdom of Mali blended into a cacophony of shrieks, bleats and yells. Arabic market sellers bartered their goods in a guttural resonance whilst travelling nomads from the southern tribes of Niger and Niani communicated in the clicking tones of Yorùbá. Hordes of students bustled through the square from the grand University of Sankore. The towering buildi...
A struggle to exist
I knew things were serious when the loud shouts of “Snake! Snake!” sneaking through my windows into my bedroom persisted. I had had a tired day and I really did not like the idea of lifting my head and dragging my feet to walk out of my bedroom. My eyes were getting weaker with time. I had spent some minutes soothing sleep to come over. By the time sleep was slipping into my bed covers, the loud wails and screams came in between me and sleep, drifting us apart again. I tilted my neck at an angle to listen where the voice was exactly coming from. The more I listened, the louder the voice became...