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The sky has turned all black trying to signify what's really dark They say the greater is back and forget what they actually lack.  It's just as terrifying as the thought of hell much darker than the confinement in a jail Mercy is the saviour everyone crying O'hail!  'it can't be' they claim and still fail. The Most High is on His way coming The doers are still bluffing while the bold ones won't stop daring It's such a horror better start preparing. The devil himself is paving way through the man's heart made of clay Everything planned is going astray He who believes in the saviour is safe at the end of the day. No war is inevitable until it breaks out (A. J. P taylor). On 24th February 2022, Russia launched a war invasion of one of its neighbors, Ukraine. Ordinary lives have been disturbed and the number of people are losing their lives is rising. Here is everything you need to know about the war;  https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-56720589 Keny...

  My mama now complains, says she can no longer predict the rains Wonders how the seasons have changed, all the rains that came have aged She tells me of how she struggles to sow, but the fertile soil is no more Its hard to break through the dry , bare and infertile soil ''I used to tell from the scorching sun, the bird's migrating and the melting of glacier'' It's all through the seasons now , some say it all is a curse they believe hunger cannot strike twice, for no valid reason The suns burns her bare skin, she can't dare raise her chin- for an ounce of hope for the future, a future for her seven children before hunger strikes them down They all depend on her to provide their basic needs, and all this exceeds her capacity If the rains won't come the outcome will be the end of her, probably resolve to cutting trees and lease her land The sun burns, clothes tatter so fast and it shutters her heart and scatter her hopes There are whirlwinds now, blowing ...

https://images.app.goo.gl/XmXf1JXK2Etec8qg8  TOXIC RELATIONSHIP AMONG CAMPUS STUDENTS I had a secret admirer, who watched my every move from far away when my thoughts were astray.  The attention I was craving and the moment love was mentioned my heart would leap with longing hoping to belong even if it was for a pay.  We met along the corridors of the main campus just before the door of my history class. He asked for my number and without hesitation I wrote it down for him just like in a film- when one dropped down their book and all it took was a look in the other person's eye to fall in love. They call it love at first site.  Naive and stupid,  I craved for the love I was never given before. 'I want to get to know you' he said, and all these flowers are for you. With a hopeful smile I saw my future from a mile away moving towards me a couple of steps a day.  Daylight meetings turned to late night ones. One time visits to his place turned to sleepovers wit...

She looks sad, she is barren and ugly. She once tasted the sweetness of being fertile, rejoicing with the turning of tides. The bearers did that to her, they ripped off her natural look and took what she never offered. Her ancestral habitat they destroyed and said all that glitters is not gold from the gods but just a mold of clay that can be molded any day. That's where they were wrong thinking the power of destroying is greater than the power of creating. That clearly needs some debating because it takes so much time creating and lesser time destroying something you worked on for so long. Mother Land is tired. She can't bear kids anymore, her body is sore and despite them trying so hard they can't easily restore her. Restoring Mother Land is not going to be easy, it has to be possible for life to land and not have blisters but feast from the breasts of their mother. The Land is the home of all ecosystems that they proudly call home. Land conservation is growing trees, k...