Baskadia

Embracing Hope in the Future

The poem reflects on the uncertainty of the future but encourages us to embrace hope as we journey forward. It speaks of the challenges we'll face, such as climate change, but also of our ability to adapt and find new solutions. Technology will advance, but human connection will remain important. The poem concludes with a message of resilience and a call to face the future with a positive attitude.

Memories

MEMORIES I lowered myself into my chair as I pressed my pen shakily on the 5th page of my diary. It is true when they say that memories last a lifetime and hunt us forever. There were so many uncertainties going through my mind but if I was ever going to let go, I have to tell this story. The weather was mild and cold. I could feel the breeze as it rippled through my new school uniforms. I was only 12 but I could pass for a 10-year-old. It looked like it would rain anytime soon. As I walked my w

IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

Pelabuhan Ratu Beach

OH MORNING!!!

Morning, a kind of fresh start reforming what seized to exist, peace. As for me I'll say my morning my peace.

Memories of the Past

The poem reflects on the joyous moments of the past, where life was simpler and people savored simple pleasures. The power of memory, music, and writing in capturing and expressing these experiences is evident in the poem's language and imagery. It's a testament to the way in which memories shape our perceptions and emotions, and how music and writing can be powerful mediums for conveying them.

Surrounding

Memories

in the memory of...

the days they spend together were no less than a story , this poem explains how and what they did when they were together

Unveiling Life Stories: Exploring Biography Writers for Hire

Unveiling Life Stories: Exploring Biography Writers for Hire

Otunba Isiaka Adetunji Adeleke Memorial Cup; Statistics And Figures So Far.

The 2022/2023 Otunba Isiaka Adetunji Adeleke Memorial Cup Round of 16 came to an emphatic end, with Egbedore United thrashing Aiyedire United 3-0 in the final pre-quarterfinal match held at the Osogbo City Stadium on Wednesday. The tournament brought together 32 Football teams from all parts of Osun State and produced no shortage of records and eventful stats. Here we look at some of the stats in the round of 16, as we head into the last Quarter Finals of the tournament. The eight (8) teams thro

Back to yesterday

Life, indeed, is in phases and no matter how hard you try, you may not be able to keep up with a single phase forever. One thing common to all men is growth; especially the biological one. While you need to intentionally put in efforts to see yourself grow in other aspects of life, your biological growth just happens without any deliberate effort. Your chronological age increases as long as you're alive and whether you're prepared or not, every new age opens you up to new realities. Few weeks ag

Title: Brothers in Arms: A Journey of Bonded Souls

**Summary:** "Brothers in Arms: A Journey of Bonded Souls" is a heartfelt exploration of the unique and enduring bond between brothers. From childhood adventures to facing life's challenges together, the blog delves into the deep connection that brothers share. It highlights the importance of support, camaraderie, and creating lasting memories. Ultimately, it celebrates the unbreakable bond that brothers share, showcasing the strength and beauty of brotherhood.

MEMORIES OF COURTSHIP

"O my dove, In the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the Clif, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; For your voice is sweet, And your face is lovely."

That mysterious night

That moonless night was as dark as black velvet and there was pin-drop silence everywhere. Silent black clouds have been there in the sky since morning and now they seemed ready to burst into rain. Anna and her aunt were still up enjoying a movie (she was staying at her grandparent’s home during the spring holidays). Though it was a long tiring day for both of them as they went to meet some relatives, visited a market and Anna bought some toys for tiny cousins of her. After coming back, her uncl

Beauty of trees

A beautiful tree is one which has a captivating effect and reaches the soul and mind of the audience.

Consciousness

I never have the urge to take pictures of the moments I'm living,their engagement with my consciousness is enough. The perks of being forgetful are U only remember what got soaked in you and pierced your heart and made a permanent home in your subconsciousness. *** I can't believe I'm the closed room in a castle where nothing goes inside and a little comes outside. There exists only a window U think you know the world by seeing from it's perspective But it's not like living *in* the world You th

TRIBUTE TO OUR BELOVED DAD, MR OSONG ETTAH UBI IN LOVING ONE YEAR MEMORY- 2ND JANUARY 2024

TRIBUTE TO OUR BELOVED DAD, MR OSONG ETTAH UBI IN LOVING MEMORY- 2ND JANUARY 2024

WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY

WHEN A PICTURE TELLS A STORY (A #throwback ) Looking at this picture, I can't help but smile because of the beautiful memories it gives. This is a picture of Thebeezybee while in primary school, 😁 at Murna Children School. I really can't remember much but this picture has a lot of stories of different persons. I can still remember Uncle Idris, my teacher and the names of some of my classmates; Zainab, Fatima, Mariam, Oluchukwu, Hajara, Tope, Bello, Hadiza, Helen,Evelyn, Peju, Chinazor,Obinna, R

Time Changes All Things

The first time I saw a Colour TV was in the 90s. Today, virtually everything is coloured. I've shared in this article, an interesting review of the journey from the first coloured broadcast in 1951 to the first colour television in Nigeria, bearing in mind that humans will always evolve, and if we don't give up, and focus more on solving our problems with our little steps of progress, nothing is impossible as Time changes all things.

People change

I'm taking my leave But the fragments,the remisiscents of the day I first came here remains Life was the bluest sky,changing into a darkest night I had spend crescent of my life in oblivion I wasn't the mould you wanted to carve Wasn't your canvas to paint I was a stranger in your space I was the ivy growing on every inch of your being My eyes were opened to your pain but was too far away to do anything I was the wild fire that goes out of control Burns the haven, the stars, the atoms of the tin