lony banza
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"Storyteller at heart, explorer by mind. I write to stir thoughts, spark emotion, and start conversations. From raw truths to creative escapes—join me where words meet meaning."
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Why People Eat Sea Arthropods but Not Land Arthropods
If you’ve ever cracked open a lobster claw or dipped a shrimp into cocktail sauce, you’ve eaten a sea arthropod. If someone handed you a plate of fried cockroaches, though, you'd probably scream, run, or politely throw up in your mouth.
By lony banza6 months ago in Chapters
Nvidia is Now Worth More Than… Well, Basically Everyone Else
In the world of finance and technology, there are rare moments that make jaws drop. Apple hitting a $1 trillion valuation in 2018 was one. Microsoft overtaking Apple in 2021 was another. But nothing — and I mean nothing — quite compares to what Nvidia has pulled off in 2025.
By lony banza6 months ago in Fiction
Davinci Jeremie: From Early Bitcoin Advocate to Modern Crypto Educator
Davinci Jeremie: From Early Bitcoin Advocate to Modern Crypto Educator In 2013, a software developer named Davinci Jeremie made a bold move that would etch his name into cryptocurrency history. With Bitcoin trading at a mere $13, Jeremie released a YouTube video urging viewers to invest at least $1 in Bitcoin. His message was simple yet profound: “If you want to become wealthy in the future, I suggest you take $1, buy some Bitcoins, and put it in a wallet.”
By lony banza6 months ago in Fiction
Optimus Will Prepare for the Arrival of Humans on Mars
Optimus Will Prepare for the Arrival of Humans on Mars In the vast silence of the Martian plains, beneath the rusty red sky, Optimus stirred. Not a living being, but a creation — a sentinel built by Earth’s finest minds. Optimus was more than a machine; he was the guardian, the guide, the harbinger of humanity’s greatest leap.
By lony banza6 months ago in Fiction
Be Loyal to Your Future, Not Your Past
“The Bag I Carried” For years, I carried a bag I didn’t realize was heavy. It wasn’t leather or canvas or anything physical. It was invisible, but I felt it every day—a weight on my shoulders, a shadow over my decisions. It was full of memories, mistakes, regrets, what-ifs, and a voice that always whispered, “But that’s who you’ve always been.”
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
A Wall Between Worlds
November 9, 1989. The concrete cracked, and the world shifted. The Berlin Wall—once the iron line splitting East and West—was falling. It had stood for 28 years, a symbol of ideological war between two visions of the future: capitalism in the West, promising freedom and prosperity, and socialism in the East, offering equality and solidarity.
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
The Mailbox at the Edge of Time
The Mailbox at the Edge of Time The forest hadn’t changed. That’s what hurt the most. It still breathed with quiet wind and pine-needle silence. It still smelled of damp moss and memory. But now, it held his sorrow like a cathedral—tall, quiet, sacred. And in its hush, Thomas walked, carrying a grief that pressed into his ribs like a stone lodged behind his heart.
By lony banza6 months ago in Fiction
I Breathe Where You Stopped
I Breathe Where You Stopped Some days, I wake with your name curled on my tongue like morning fog — weightless, shapeless, and everywhere. It lingers in the hollows of my chest, where your laugh used to echo, where the rhythm of your voice used to rise like sunlit dust in a quiet room. You are not here. But I breathe.
By lony banza6 months ago in Poets
The Path Not Take
The Path Not Taken Lena sat on a rusted bench at the edge of the quiet train station, her fingers tracing the creases of a return ticket she hadn’t yet used. It was late, the sky smeared with deep gray clouds and a drizzle falling like a whisper. The lights flickered above her head, casting long shadows on the pavement. She had arrived two hours ago, but hadn’t moved. The train would come soon. She had to decide.
By lony banza6 months ago in Confessions
Voice Notes from a Ghost
Voice Notes from a Ghost Genre: Fiction / Experimental [Voice Message #1 – Received Sunday, 2:14 a.m.] Hey, it’s me. I know this makes no sense, but I need you to listen. Not just hear me—listen. Don’t delete this. Please. If you’re hearing this, it means I’m already gone. But I swear—I didn’t want to leave like this. Something is coming. Something I didn’t understand until it was too late.
By lony banza6 months ago in Fiction
