Baskadia

My hobby

The Making Of My Story

The Making of My Story Paddling the canoe, I have always wanted to be a doctor. But I am faced with the difficulty of navigating the canoe to its bank where I could board a taxi to school. It has always been the first thing that comes to mind when I wake from sleep. My parents  are poor. My mother is a fish monger while my dad is a taxi driver whose lifestyle of incessant drinking and smoking would not permit him to discharge his fatherly responsibilities. By the way, I am the only child of my p

Page From My Diary Of Love

Everyday I woke up in the morning your dangling picture in my room will be my first gaze, and when Its in the night the sweet serenades played by your sleepless love is what I hear. When I'm alone, I rarely think of you, instead, I chat with you (in my emoticons) and could always hear the laughter, see the long-stare in your blue-grey eyes (when I do something crazy), feel the warmth of your neck in my shoulder and your ceaseless breath that nourish my pectoral girdle. Dear beloved, I've refrain

My Falsified Result

MY FALSIFIED RESULT I have always been reluctant toward education, especially what is taught in the classroom. Though my mother was teacher, I had always had some phobia towards learning. I would prefer to stay at home rather than go to school. My parents would have to drag me! Going to school from Mondays to Fridays has always been a nightmare. The good times I enjoy were usually the weekends and holidays. As a consequence, I was not sound academically: always at the bottom of the performance p

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

Shadow- the story of my life

In 2001, I was 11 years old. Everything was fine. I went to school, I played with my friends and so on. But, my ordinary life suddenly shook by a stranger insidence. On 12th March, 2001. Our school arranged a camp near our town Woods. It was nearly evening our school’s seniors were busy making the camp side along with the teachers. And the juniors were busy playing with one another. I and my best friend James were planning to scape the camp side and go to the woods to search for ghosts. Then we

My life my sadness story

Sad 😭 story

My Story of Northern Nigeria

My Story of Nigeria.... Inflation rate high Regionalism become noxious Life's expensive in the South Ritualist in the East Fraudsters in the West Poverty in the North My Story of North... Bandit and kidnappers on the highway, No free road to ride without a raid, Demand for ransom, Only with currency, People's clamored, government worldless Media houses turn to medium of segregation, Social media turn to social division.. My story of North..... Life without liberty Sleepless nights to the masses

MY LIFE STORY

ye mera pahle blogg hai mai isme apni life story likhunga

My make believe story

Seeing is believing in an overt sense but whoever look beyond that aphorism would know better

Window of my soul

Many are like this.... Make the world a happy place

Love say something

Write it down today. The world of love is very cruel

story of my shot click

its the power of nature

MY STORY

Not perfection only my thoughts at late night

Eve's journey Will be a story about my personal life and the struggles i face as a young single mom.

I am an african girl from kenya, who loves adventure and is doing her Very best to live a good life. The year 2021 has not been easy for us all because of the covid 19 pandemic i am lucky to blessed with the gift of life. But the year was not a good one for me, i have struggled to stay sane and alive. After losing my job, getting arrested and having an ongoing court case i almost took my own life. And to top it up my ex fiance cheated on me with a Sugarmummy, who decided to do everything possible to make my life a living hell. But talking about this today on this platform means that i am stronger than i thought, that i can be better and i will be able to overcome all that was thrown at me. Mine is a story to inspire anyone who has lost hope out there, keep on believing that time really heals all wounds or time will make it easier. I lost my job, i sold my householdfurnitures to pay for my houserent and to try and settle the courtcases away from the court But to avail. But God is great

You are my half

it is a long story but i did that with my art i use oil painting it took me a month to do this draw

The term drawing is applied to works that vary greatly in technique. It has been understood in different ways at different times and is difficult to define. During the Renaissance the term 'disegno' implied drawing both as a technique to be distinguished from colouring and also as the creative idea made visible in the preliminary sketch. The Shorter Oxford Dictionary defines drawing as: 'the formation of a line by drawing some tracing instrument from point to point of a surface; representation by lines; delineation as distinguished from painting...the arrangement of lines which determine form.' Despite this insistence on the formation of line and the implied lack of colour, few would deny that a work formed by dots or shading or wholly in line but in a range of colours is a drawing.The following drawings, made in different ways, have been selected to help define and also to stretch the boundaries of what drawing is. They vary in the medium used, which includes metal-point, graphite.

My story with my little girl

Standing against gender based violence

My hand work

Graphic job

Nature- My Love Story

The beauty of Nature is unexplainable but yet captivating, Mind bulging but yet pleasurable.