Abdullahi Aliyu
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I am a passionate writer who has dedicated my life to the power of words. Join me on a journey where imagination knows no bounds and the written word holds limitless possibilities. Welcome to their world of words
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Blockchain in healthcare: Exploring it's potential Applications
Blockchain in Healthcare: Exploring it's Potential Applications Blockchain which was initially developed as an underlying technology for cryptocurrencies like bitcoin and ethereum have find it way to be a great tool used in other industries it application in healthcare are vast and promising such as data security and privacy, the immutability of blockchain ensure once data are recorded it can not be altered this ensure the authenticity and integrity of medical records, research and clinical trial.
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in The Chain
Spotting the big players in the cryptocurrency market
What would the crypto space look like? Without market swings and moves, if there's no volatility, no market makers just a static boring market that only moves voluntarily without any push from big hands I guess the space will be very boring with little influence on the masses, big players in the market are **whales** they virtually makes the market a bit fun although these whales are found of manipulating the market to their advantage small retail traders can predict these whales movements and make calculative profits from big hand movers by tracking their transaction on the blockchain.
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in The Chain
THIN LINE
It was a warm Sunday evening in my apartment in Lagos, The buzzing sound of the fridge made me jump up from what seemed to be a nap, damn how long was I out I looked at the watch, no clue when I slept off. The strong smell of Barbecue was strongly filling my nostrils. I looked to my left my life was sleeping soundly as well besides me , I just realized there is smoke coming from the living room. Slipped into my flip flops and quickly rushed out to find out what the smoke was. 😳. It was me laying lifeless on the floor with what looked like a burnt cushion I could barely make out what was going on at the moment I was damn confused, stood there for a couple of minutes before it dawned on me I had some Jack Daniels before I slumped into the cushion where my body now layed with an empty bottle in what used to be my chest. I still couldn't move still trying to figure out what was going on, how did I in the center of the room burnt and everything else seemed to be untouched by the fire. As I stood there, frozen in disbelief, I tried to make sense of the surreal scene unfolding before me. The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the crackling of the burnt cushion. I couldn't comprehend how I had ended up on the floor, lifeless, while the rest of the room remained untouched. Feeling a surge of panic, I desperately tried to move, but my body remained unresponsive. Fear coursed through me as I contemplated the possibility that this might not be a dream after all. My mind raced with questions, struggling to find a logical explanation for the inexplicable. Suddenly, a gentle breeze rustled through the room, caressing my face and dispersing the smoky haze. I felt a strange warmth emanating from within me, as if an invisible force was attempting to revive my lifeless body. Gradually, I regained control of my limbs and slowly rose to my feet, bewildered yet relieved. As I took a tentative step forward, the scene around me shifted. The burnt cushion transformed back into its original form, as if the fire had never consumed it. The air filled with the tantalizing aroma of the barbecue once again, as if beckoning me to embrace the familiarity of reality. Confusion still lingered within me, but I couldn't deny the sense of relief washing over me. Perhaps it had all been an incredibly vivid dream—a vivid dream that had somehow felt so achingly real. I shook my head, attempting to clear away the remnants of the disorienting experience. The next day was a Monday morning can't help but feel depressed I hate Mondays and the details of my dream last night still lingered at the back of my mind which has wierdly been in repeat ever since I woke up. Just concluded the days work and my wife asked me to pick up some groceries on my way back home I decided to stop and get some alcohol to ease off this wierd depressing feeling, my mum's been calling all day our relationship is not really that solid so I barely talk to her I wonder what she wants (I ll call her back when I am settled back at home). Got home dropped the groceries and decided to relax before I changed out of my suit, plugged my phone and opened the alcohol I bought, sat on my favourite two piece couch and plugged my phone and took a sip and the another and some more and slept off there with my phone laying face flat on my chest connected to the socket and next thing.. Jumped up to the sound of the fridge buzzing beside my wife but this time wearing my special white pyjamas my wife bought for me as our wedding anniversary present. Awe (that smell again) this time very real and hitting my nostrils strongly..
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in Fiction
From Shadows to Power
Chapter 1: A Dark Past Unveiled In the impoverished streets of El Dorado, where hope was scarce, Antonio Ramirez grew up amidst violence and poverty. With limited opportunities, he was seduced by the allure of the drug trade. Through his cunning and determination, he quickly rose through the ranks, earning a fearsome reputation as "El Diablo," the devil incarnate of the underworld. He established a vast criminal empire, ruling with an iron fist and instilling fear in the hearts of those who crossed his path.
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in Criminal
The Many Faces Within
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Veridian, there lived a man named Edward Sinclair. On the surface, he appeared like any other ordinary individual, going about his daily routines with a calm demeanour. However, beneath his composed exterior lay a secret that only a select few were aware of: Edward suffered from Dissociative Identity Disorder, a condition that gave birth to multiple identities within him.
By Abdullahi Aliyu3 years ago in Fiction
