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He was late. Again. There I stood, pacing the small ring. I've anticipated this day a long time ago, training under the sun and in the rain hoping I'd be a match for him. This wasn't another sparring session,

Culture is the way of life of certain groups of people. This can be traced to our great grandparents who adopted certain kinds of practices to fit their beliefs. For some reasons those beliefs manifested

What is HBD: Simply think of it like a digital dollar on the hive Blockchain. HBD makes a compelling case for one of the most decentralized stablecoins distinguished from the many claims of decentralization

I was rejected, thrown on the ground hard A place filled with gravels and drought Little by little I weared out Left alone to breath my last and be forgotten From the dust, a shimmer , faint and new A

I gained admission into Ahmadu Bello University Teaching Hospital Zaria, in 2015. Enrolled into a new life I wasn't familiar with, especially waking up by 7am which was never my thing. The school was located

Untapped potentials, hidden beauty in the mundane Tossed in the lost of time, driven by the wind Years filled with regrets, wishes and bitterness It was an unwritten symphony, never to be heard A whispers

"They think that intelligence is about noticing things that are relevant (detecting patterns); in a complex world, intelligence consists in ignoring things that are irrelevant (avoiding false

The morning sun cast a shimmering glow on the narrow Venetian canal. On the Gondola were tourists who had sailed from afar to see the beauty of the town. It was an ancient city told about by myths and

Setting goals is like lighting a path through the fog of life. Every goal, whether big or small, holds promises of a brighter future. Waking up daily, and chasing that dream can be hectic and requires

What happened yesterday, no longer matters. Today is another day. Get back on the right track and move closer to your dreams. Yes you can do it. A book by Canfield titled "How to go from where you

They say we have once lived But with zero memory of what we once were The birthmark a spot, that indicates how many times we are reborn And deja vu an evidence of things we once encountered They say one

The old stone stairs descended into cool darkness, a secret path for medievals who needed refuge. Alexander, a medieval monk must have seen the future when he had called men skilled in stone carving to

Two facts I know about time is that; It heals and waits for no one. Over time, what humans have not managed effectively is time, especially in prioritizing what to do and not to do at the right moment.

Like a painter's work on a new piece The river carves a different path Each drop a sculpture, day by day Until the former fades away, a memory lost in the wind Pictures on the wall, bright and promising

Nelson Mandela and Martin Luther King fought against apartheid and racism. Rosa Parks fought against segregation and for equal rights. Malala Yousafzai fought for human rights, especially girl's education.

One question that had burdened my heart for so long is "why am I here, what was I created for?". This is because our existence seems to be a programmed circle, filled with pain, happiness, struggle,

Every moment count, use it wisely The ticking is fading, a gentle leak Each tiny grain, a memory spun Of laughter, Pain, Joy, and whisper words While comfort offers you her cozy bed While you go lost with

what I see: I see a well crafted sand sculpture of a shark with menacing teeth. Its body is wide with a subtle-wave like structure in the sand around it which can be suggested as a body of water. On it

My heart is heavy, burden with a load of care The tempest of life toss, taking the very left My skin rips, my bones frail to stand There I stood, with no one to help The blossom garden, now dried and cracked

It's amazing to see a lot of talents being showcased on the hive Blockchain. I acknowledge the consistent effort of the team behind this. Today I came across the post of @the-lead published in response