Baskadia

That horrible ride

It was the most pleasant day of the Spring season, in Beijing. The cool but pleasant wind was blowing. Sarah and Ali decided to visit Happy Valley that day. Happy Valley is Beijing’s most popular amusement park. It’s like you purchase tickets one time and can enjoy every ride there. The tickets were purchased online a few days back and now they were there to enjoy rides with kids. (Sarah and her younger sister had been too fond of rides, they used to try every ride whenever visited some park, bu

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."

"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

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

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

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

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

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.

Forgotten Memories Stored In Photographs

A lot of our photographs growing up are filled with memories we don't remember. It shows the importance of capturing moments you can look back to and as a way to remember friends because they can't stay forever.

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

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!!!

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