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Multiple shots of an amazing day breaker.#my tour @uganda

Amazing live pics by my digital camera

Sunset Of my Village

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

The Role of AI Writing Tools in Content Curation

Artificial Intelligence (AI) has revolutionized various aspects of our lives, and the field of content creation is no exception. In recent years, AI writing tools have gained popularity, offering powerful solutions for content curation. These tools leverage advanced algorithms and natural language processing to generate high-quality content efficiently. In this blog, we will explore the role of AI writing tools in content curation and discuss their benefits and limitations. Introduction Content

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

The poem that often reminds me of my sorrow

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while we wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries to thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; But let the world dream otherwise, We wear t

"The reason of my being ( iya mi)

"My reason of being" (Iya mi ) Writing in a great sorrow With many a mourn's arrow Getting out from my soul For absence of my mom In an absence of drums She now and then dances When that "male" sleep Like fish in the fresh stream Her wills in my life Has many ways to live But life is not permitted her To come up promises of her Love of her swimming in my pool Even praying for her for all her do Not to be in a great wrong place That is a reason of my pray ! Oh my God of creature! Grant my mom– my treasure Who keeps me being in her stomach For so more than nine months Rain a rainy coolness to her grave If not for her– how could I live ? My mom farewell for you Make your will – when I am in dream ! Once again – farewell my mom ! Dedicated to those that had lost her or his mom. ©ASO, Tijani Innovator onilu March 19,2023

Title: "Whispers of the Heart: A Tale of Enduring Love

Love

The Psychology of Success with my eyes

👋 The Psychology of Success with my eye Being born into a middle-class family, I am still a self-made person. I am still struggling to achieve success. I get love from my parents, and that's what I need. I don't get all the necessary things that I need, but I am not bothered by what I don't get. I was on a youthful whim to acquire some appealing toys, and my father told me to take another toy, which is the threepenny. What I get is enough for me. What you see in your life is not enough to ensure

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

My love for you is a source of joy.

Oh sweet one, what can l do without you? You followed me everywhere l go.you tears all my papers and almost finish the food in the fridge.you make me crazy at times but my love for you is higher than the sky.you make me feel human by your side and everything l do , l do it for you.you are my best friend and you know that.thanks for everything you brought into my life.l will never forget the first day we met,you were under the rain and l was passing by.you changed my universe.and since then, l can't do without you.sunset,sunrise,rainy season l am stuck with you till the death.only blind people can see my love through and for you.peace maker in those homes in war everyday.you got that capacity to put humans together.never change your nature, be safe and happy in what ever your are doing.may God protect you and your generations ahead.

Criticisms saves my money!!!

I will invest this money in a firm! Then my mother didn’t say anything because she was surprised. And the main surprised! How a small boy can take a challenge and how will he utilise his brain such as a Greenhorn mind!!

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

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

LIFE TRAGEDY

LIFE TRAGEDY- IDOWU TAIWO JOHN LL.B (HONS.) LIfe tragedy is that, man go too far and wise too soon later. Seating a huge amount of people down on how far they have gone... Obviously, 70% can traced the sources of failure of their life to something they did or didn't decide effectively. Naturally, many could have said no even when the science were covinous. The victim of their own making. Achieving a failure because many didn't take into advices they were offered. Life is synonymous to driving o

My world

I think of you in the morning before the sun rises, when in the still of the darkness my heart feels your presence. Your love, your tenderness, your slow rhythmic breathing as you sleep, and I am at peace. I think of you when the first rays.

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

I'm tired of this fight

I'm tired of this fight Stop making me your punching bag I am worth more than that I am not your door mat I am not something you can use Then abuse when you are done Thrown out Like yesterday's garbage When you no longer need me I'm tired of this fight That you have already won I feel and I ache Until my bones feel broken And it gets difficult to move I sit in agony Knowing I am not what you desire Knowing that it is just a matter of seconds Until you rip out my heart again Until you shoot me wi

My EditPad.org Experience: A Tale of Disappointment

Picture this: you're in desperate need of a reliable online text editor, and you stumble upon EditPad. At first glance, it seems like the answer to your prayers, but as I delved into my experience with this platform, it quickly transformed into a rollercoaster of disappointment. In this blog, I'll walk you through my not-so-pleasant journey with EditPad, and I'll explore the gloomy realm of their online reputation. Brace yourself for a less-than-thrilling ride. EditPad: Where Expectations Plumme

Lost in the mangroves of the Delta . ( The scariest experience of my life )

I found myself between the devil and the deep blue sea . In a fishing expedition that turned awry I got lost in the mangrove swamp of a Niger Delter State . In danger from the sea , wild beasts and in danger from criminal gangs that hybanate in the forests