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"Travel Photography: Capturing Moments and Memories Around the World"

Travel photography is a powerful tool for capturing moments and preserving memories from our adventures around the world. As we hone our skills and embark on visual storytelling, our photographs become windows to different cultures, breathtaking landscapes, and cherished experiences. So, fellow wanderers, let us embrace the art of travel photography, capturing moments that ignite our wanderlust and inspire others to embark on their own remarkable journeys.

BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES

They are like dews, whetting the appetite of my heart, Making me smile and laugh, I am glad that I have them. They came in phases of my life a baby, a teenager, a young adult and as an adult. I remember Looking into my mother's eyes as she sings and gives me my bath, Running out of the room at the sound of 'Daddy is home' Running into his arms as he lifts me up, How I felt I could touch the sky. Watching mummy come home with other babies, And the house smelling of new born baby, Watching my fath

These days

‘… No! But, I hope he is different from the rest of presidents we’ve had oo. And why are you calling him ”upcoming president” when the elections hasn’t even come self?’ ‘ E be like say you no sabi this country they call Nigeria. They will just rig this election and give it to Ola Kunle. You know Ola Kunle is almost a Fulani since his mum is a Fulani.’ ‘wow! I never thought of that. These and more are reasons I dislike voting – rigging, gun shots and the rest of violence.’ ‘Common fuel that we ow

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!

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

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."

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.

Echoes of love

Title: Echoes of Love Chapter 1: Reminiscing In the quaint town of Brookville, Sarah sat in her mother's old rocking chair, surrounded by the comforting embrace of memories. It had been a year since her mother's passing, yet her presence lingered in every corner of the house – in the scent of freshly baked cookies, in the warmth of the sunlit kitchen, in the gentle melody of her favorite piano piece echoing through the halls. As Sarah traced her fingers along the faded photographs adorning the w

FRAGRANCE OF TRANQUILITY

The poem is talking about the memories of the old days or the past where everything seems to be tranquil at its peak. People smile even after being hit or after facing comflict footings without any slam of war. The poem talks about union and smile at the reach of peace in stanza 2. Although we might by some chances face war but it has not stopped us from progressing in harmony. At the end the poet persona makes use of a suggestion and a wish–He wishes to find the old days where harmony lives in Tranquility. Read and enjoy more of having tranquility 💙

IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS

Losing a parent when you've barely even had a chance to know them is just something else I cannot comprehend. I lost my papa just before I turned a year old. The only memory I have of him is photos...he only had 3 existing photos left behind. I feel and know I love him;...the resemblance and the smile he left portray the hero that brought me to this world. Every Father's Day is a celebration and a moment of silence for the man I did not get a chance to pay my last respect to. I know life would have been better and different if he was present. My life choices would be guided just by the presence of his being. My family would not be broken at such a fragile age. All I can ask is "Why so soon Daddy?" I know someone else was shattered more than I could ever be....My Mama. I write this because her strength has held us two as a family and raised a strong woman inside. Her hard work and sacrifices have broken boundaries. MAY ALL THE SOULS OF OUR LOST PAPAs REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

"Starry Bonds: The Tale of Lily and James' Enduring Lov

The love story is about childhood friends Lily and James who grew up in a village. Over time, their friendship evolved into a deep love, though they hesitated to admit it. At a village fair, they finally confessed their feelings and embarked on a beautiful journey together. Through challenges and happiness, their love grew stronger. When a storm hit the village, James rescued Lily, solidifying their bond. They married and built a life filled with love, family, and cherished memories.

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Memories

Missing someone you can't see is hell

High School Memories

It was the first day of high school, and Emily was feeling nervous. She had heard all sorts of stories about the tough teachers, the mean kids, and the piles of homework. As she walked through the crowded hallways, she felt like a small fish in a big pond. But then she spotted a friendly face – it was her neighbor, Jack. He had been in her class since kindergarten, and he gave her a smile and a wave. Emily felt a little better knowing that she had a friend in this new, unfamiliar world. As the d

Dear Dad

Dear Dad is a message of a son to his late dad