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In one accord, Staring at each other mutely, Searching for the perfect one to blame But there was none. They sat in silence, Still seeking blame. They watched the white clouds, so full of laughter, While

If you could give your life to change something important, but would never be known for it, would you? Let's put aside giving life for family or even people known to us already, and make the assumption

In a town far down below, Lived a pretty, petty soul, A lad who owned a lovely dome, Shaped like a heart, her cherished home, Painted bright in crimson glow. She loved the house with all her might, Maintained

No niestety nie mogę w tym roku wypoczynkowo skoordynować się z resztą społeczeństwa. Mam już termin ostateczny i nawet nie potrafię stworzyć sobie przestrzeni w głowie na odpoczynek. Nie jestem super

The morning assembly at Kingsway College had always been a mixture of disciplined silence and quiet muttering—until today. Today, the air buzzed with something different: apprehension. Principal Bernard

The first time Principal Daniels stepped into St. Edwards' assembly hall, he had felt the weight of history pressing down on him like an overbearing judge. The school had stood for decades, but beneath

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting long shadows across the village of Okechi. It was a morning unlike any other, for the air was thick with the promise of a new beginning. After years of turmoil,

The night air was thick with tension, even as the stars twinkled brightly overhead. In the village of Okechi, the sounds of the crickets and the occasional bark of a stray dog were the only interruptions

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty streets of Okechi. The air was thick with the weight of expectation. In the past few weeks, something had shifted in the

The night in Abuja felt unusually still. The usual buzz of activity in the nation’s capital seemed to fade as if the city itself was holding its breath. Outside, the moon cast long shadows across the narrow

The streets of Abuja pulsed with a quiet intensity, a calm before the storm. Ngozi stood on the balcony of her modest apartment, her fingers gripping the rusted railing as she gazed out at the horizon.

The morning after Suleiman's return was unlike any other. The village, still cloaked in the pre-dawn mist, felt both tense and tranquil. There was a weight hanging over the air, as if everyone knew this

The sky over Abaji had a peculiar hue, an eerie blend of grey and red, as if the land itself had soaked up the blood spilt over generations. The villagers had begun their preparations for another possible

The dawn broke like a fragile promise, washing over the decimated village with hues of pink and gold, a stark contrast to the horror of the night. Smoke still curled from the remnants of huts and homes,

The steady thud of the drums echoed through the valley, each beat vibrating deep in Suleiman’s chest like a foreboding pulse. He stood frozen in his bed, his senses heightened, as if every sound in the

The sky above Abaji was clear, but the village felt a growing storm beneath its surface. The presence of the soldiers had unsettled the people, a stark reminder of the perilous world that lay just outside

The early morning mist clung to the village of Abaji, shrouding the landscape in a thin veil of uncertainty. The tension was palpable, lingering in the air like the faint scent of smoke from the nearby

The dawn after the insurgents’ retreat brought a renewed sense of purpose to Abaji. The villagers, who had stood in defiance of the violence that had threatened to rip apart their community, now carried

The morning after the first teaching sessions, the village buzzed with a different energy. The fear, though still lingering like a shadow, was being challenged by something stronger. Word had travelled

Morning came with a soft breeze, a subtle contrast to the usual harshness of the climate that had long reflected the struggles of the land. The dawn light crept through the village, illuminating the dusty