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A twelve year old Maria Steve asked, "daddy are you my sugar daddy?" Mr Steve was stunned at it. But later he thought, "May be my daughter must be talking about sugar for tea." He never believed it could be any other thing, he took some cubes of sugar and showed to her face. A minute later, his daughter clung to him, he hurriedly pushed her away, "isn't it the way sugar daddies do it with their sugar babies?" Mr Steve in amazement lamented, "hey! World is tearing apart, civilization! Awful understanding of kids!" "No dad, it's falling apart and we fall with it!" Maria said. Mr Steve collapsed in wonder... You have to read this "children future leaders"

Realist: Someone who accepts the world as it literally is and deals with it accordingly. The realist belong to the realist or power theory. They believe that nations act only out of self interest and their major goal is to advance their position of power to the world. Having known this, the realist concluded/ determined that as leaders must build their power to avoid feeling that might make them vulnerable to more ruthless adversaries. Realist are strong believers

Life is a race. It is all about the struggle of the fittest. The acronym "THINK BIG" (Ben Carson) will go along way to pave way for you to achieve greatness. T= Talent: if we recognize our talents, use them appropriately and choose a field that uses those talents. We will rise to the top of our field. H= Honesty: if we live by the rule of honesty and accept our problems, we can go far down the road of achievement.

I have really seen the effects of cohabitation in people's life as my friends talked to me about their different life experiences which are detrimental. Abortion: Eunice said that during her cohabitation with Ibe, she was taking in almost twice every two months and Ibe wouldn't want the baby because he was not in for marriage then and taking responsibility involved. She continued to abort their babies. They kept on testing their relationship to strengthen

Why do people cohabit? Effect of cohabitation Why cohabitation should stop. I understand that cohabitation is the act of living together and having erotic relationship- especially without being married. I can also say that cohabitation is when two people who are not legally married to each other but are living together while involved in intimate relationship with each other. Why people cohabit: Afraid of divorce:

What is this world actually turning into? What is our youth doing? What kind of jet age is that one? If a youth is living a useless life he will call it modernization, huh? It is the trend, who told you? Our youth are actually going astray in the name of modernization, we are deviating in oblivion. God help us. I could remember what my coursemate told me sometime ago when we were in school--- It was first semester in 300 level. I was

Louis tried to convince me that he had good thought for me when he first met me. I went into pondering all night, it was Louis all through. "i have been to relationship with men severally and have come out from each with no success

Ozo was sitting on a pavement at his back yard looking so frazzled with his hands on his head. No doubt he was pissed up. Ozo appeared pale and his head bigger than his body. As fragile as a dying dog with stunted belly just like

"Nwandi, Nwandi!" a deep voice called out. "who could that be?" Nwandi asked herself. Madam Osondu was already standing akimbo in front of Nwandi's door. Immediately Nwandi came out of her

Ella, the daughter of Uju and the grand daughter of Uzo was a destined child. She was so beautiful and endowed by her Chi. "Ella, how are you?" asked Mr Ojukwu. "Am fine sir," Ella replied.

"Why would a responsible  man resort to raping his own wife?  The next time we receive such complain from our sister..." They threatened. They roared in an unpleasant and angry tone at him that the whole place quacked. Ononeme was actually in panic that he almost wet on his pant.

"Mmasi may i hear the story of Nwaka now?" requested Ugomma. " which story?" Nmasi asked. "The..." she stammered. "The what," Nmasi queried. When your soup is burning on fire," Nmasi stood up quickly to help Ugomma bring down her pot of soup from fire. "oh my soup! What will my children eat?" Ugomma asked in worry. Why

Uncle why did you deny the pregnancy? Dora said you are responsible. Are you?" i asked Uncle Dube. He told me that he was responsible but he wasn't going to marry the Kogi girl, Jane. I tried finding out his reasons but he didn't disclose it. A year later, my grandma found a girl whom she recommended as a well behaved village girl. "Dube, Oma has been helping me out with house chores, at times she

Zereuwa was a notorious village petty thief. He was  tall, dark and had a deep voice. Zereuwa had one eye. He lost one of his eyes the day he started stealing. He was twelve when he saw a goat tied to a tree near Nwahinta stream in Ideato South, Imo state. After getting water from the stream, he dropped his pot of water. He looked left and right and he believed no one was at the site, he quickly untied the goat. He was about to make a move before, "Thief! Thief! Thief!" a man on the palm tree shouted. People started running out of their farms. They beat him to near death. One of the most heartless among them took his cutlass and

Literary Appreciation simply means to give a critical analysis of any art work. Literarily, literary appreciation simply refers to read and understand any work of art- prose, drama or poetry with the aim to give a judgement whether the work is good or bad. To criticize; the reader tries to have a critical examination (to find and call attention to errors and flaws) in the work and then to conclude  by saying when, how and where the writer failed in his

"Paapa, that's my food. I wish to have it as my breakfast," Michel said in amazement. "Don't worry the delicious aroma has already attracted me and my throat longed for it. So here i am enjoying the sweet taste. I guess you still have some left in the pot?" Quartey asked with hearty smile. "But Paapa i served you your favourite coffee, egg sauce, bread and butter," he complained.

It was daybreak, Obioma had spent all the day at Onuogba stream. Looking very much tarty walking down the stream Nwokocha saw her. Her body had a powerful magnetising effect on him, as soon as he beheld her fragile face his body became hot from his palmwine tree. Suddenly, he stopped; abandoning his kegs of palmwine, he began to climb down. He called out on her with complete importune tone. Although, he had earlier whispered on her but she ignored. She was sad that morning after

Few days after Jackie told Osei that she was pregnant for him, Osei relocated to Accra. She waited for him to come and see her parents as he promised but didnt't see him. She had to travel the long distance of Kumasi, Ashanti Region to Sunyani, Brong Ahafo Region to see him. When she got there his door was unlocked so she began to knock at the door. She knocked for about twenty minutes. "young lady, do you want to bring down this house? Can't you see that the room is 'to let' huh? So,

War broke out. It was the Nigerian civil war which took place on July 6, 1967. The war came with bad effect on the people. It cost so many lives in the regions; invaluable loss in human life and property. It was actually a culmination of some issues and crisis. Despite the fact that it took the interval of 1967-1970, it affected people like it lasted a decade. First it was the death of Aguiyi Ironsi on July 29, 1966 in a counter coup led by mostly arm officers

Dressed in Zimbabwean regalia, Amah sat on a sofa blocking the entrance to the room. Her costumier had come earlier that day for home service. She had her pedicure done by her pedicurist same day. Looking at her, she was true definition of a Jezebel. She crossed her legs feeling posh, sophisticated and pouting. Her lips painted with red paint 'lipstick' and her eyes drawn the map of Africa with black paint 'eye pencil'; green eye shadow and very long eyelashes  to compliment her look. It didn't stop there, she fixed green coloured artificial eyeballs and her face she embalmed with consealer like that of a corpse in a casket

"I am tired of staying with you and papa," I always complained to Mama. I actually felt that I was fed up with them and needed to change environment. As the first daughter, I liked luxury and wished I was born into a very affluent family. One of my bad habits was that I never liked working. "instead of Ada causing high blood pressure for you and your husband, allow her to come live with me," uncle Eby suggested. Uncle Eby was my mother's elder brother. "I would love to live with Uncle," I quickly accepted.

Literature is a work of art which expresses ideas, emotions, thoughts through oral composition/ spoken or written form. Exposition of Literature Literature is life. It is a mirror in which we can see ourselves. It does not exist for its own sake. It exists to educate us, to entertain and to give us fuller and better lives. It puts us through

It was as if he was dead; he jumped up and scratched his head and smiled. The next minute he started wandering about town like one who was in total control of his mind. Not until people noticed that he had roamed the streets helplessly like sheep without shepherd. Okaro had just lost his wife, his two grown up sons, lost his mansion to fire outbreak, his pharmaceutical shop shut down by NAFDAC and also lost his bull terrier which was his household security. "oh Chim, i have got no hope. Can i ever survive this shock? Indeed it is great calamity which had

He was such a happy man. Cain from Obodoukwu community was doing his things in exact way a white-man does his things. He never joked with his life, not until he discovered that he had family challenges facing him. At first, it was his wife, Susan  who died many years ago when their kids hadn't no knowledge of their mother.It was a big challenge for him to look after the children all by himself. Cain wasn' t ignorant of the fact that his late wife, Susan was possessed and died after seven days of constant talking and murmuring to herself.

When i have lost the desire to do what i know how to do best, then i open the door for failure. I can do it, I can be the best of whatever i have wished to be in life only if i could focus,concentrate and resist over-ambition. You are great if you can help yourself. Don't allow yourself to be controlled by the things happening around you.