Humanity
Inside a Nigerian Boarding School
The iron pillars in the hostels not only support the building structure but also serve as a general alarm for the hostel hall. This alarm does not just wake you up from your sleep but takes it away from you immediately. When beaten with another strong metal, the pillars generate a loud noise, and you can feel the sound vibrations in your brain. The noise from the pillar is not to wake you but force you out of bed for the daily hostel sanitation, probably around 4:30 am. There was no specific time because it depends on the hostel prefect, but it must be very early while all students are still in the hostel. It will be a shame if you do not react to the alarm because it is also the sound of your final warning to wake up immediately. We gather at the pillar where the house prefect makes the wake-up call. After every student has assembled by the pillar, the house prefect will look out for students still sleeping after he made the call; if you did not react to the sound, you would react to the whip. You can never be too tired not to respond to both.
By Joseph Oluwadare3 years ago in Confessions
Staff - Military. Content Warning.
The term "staff" in a military context refers to a group of personnel who assist commanders in planning, coordinating, and executing military operations. These individuals, known as staff officers, are typically responsible for various functions, such as intelligence, operations, logistics, communications, and administration.
By Ashia Marvellous3 years ago in Confessions
Forbidden Love
Once upon a time, in a picturesque village nestled among towering mountains, there lived two souls destined to face the tumultuous journey of forbidden love. Sophia, a spirited young woman, and Lucas, a compassionate young man, found themselves inexplicably drawn to one another, despite the societal barriers that stood in their way. They lived with contrasting worlds and seemed to embody the essence of opposites.
By Geraldine G. Monterola3 years ago in Confessions
Fractured Illusions
Once upon a time, in a small picturesque town nestled deep within the rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Amelia. With her flowing chestnut hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes, she possessed a rare beauty that drew the attention of all who crossed her path. However, beneath her captivating facade lay a mind entangled in the depths of delusion.
By Zaneta Chen3 years ago in Confessions
Inside a Nigerian Boarding School
It was Saturday, the resumption day for all first-year students. I have been waiting all morning for my dad to come home and pick me up for my new school. Finally, at 11:22 am, I could hear the sound of his car engine, and it felt like the medicine for my anxiety had just arrived. Are you ready to go? He said, with so much excitement; I said yes and opened the car trunk as my siblings assisted me in carrying my box and other belongings. My box was not conventional, but the school highly recommended it. Made from a thick aluminum sheet, the box was about three feet in length, two feet in breadth, and a height of one foot; it had two padlocks on guard and was painted with awful colors to protect the box from rusting and not to beautify it. The nature of my box was supposed to open my mind to the idea that I was going into a den of thieves. It was impossible to pass through the facility for six years without stealing a thing, at least a pen. I was so naïve; all I was thinking about was the freedom from parenting, the allowances, the liberty from house chores, and the pride in attending one of the region's most talked about boarding schools. Finally, a few minutes past twelve, the whole house was ready to move. It was fascinating how they were all excited that I was leaving the house, but the feeling was mutual.
By Joseph Oluwadare3 years ago in Confessions
What Love Means to Me
A few years ago, I attended a Love Feast event with my parents. My experience and overall memory of the event were nothing short of beautiful. You think Nigerian couples don’t express affection or love each other? You should have been there.
By Nathaniel Benjamin3 years ago in Confessions
Socks
I like my socks to fit just right. They should be a little hard to pull on, like they’re reluctant - not that I would blame them if they were. At first they will seem too small, like they belong to someone else - a child perhaps? I work my thumbs down to the toe, bunching the sock in my hand and then working it slowly upwards. Material spools out by the inch, a slight hesitation passing the ankle and heel, until the foot is safely cocooned, snug and dry. This state of warm, fuzziness will suffer a great change throughout the day, but that is a concern for later. For now, diligent toweling has purged the shower’s spray from crevices and gaps. A hair dryer might have been more thorough, but I’m not obsessed.
By Andrew R Conner3 years ago in Confessions
Intelligent Cryptocurrency VIP. Content Warning.
Introduction In today's digital age, cryptocurrencies have emerged as a transformative force in the financial world. As the popularity and value of digital assets continue to rise, it becomes crucial for investors and enthusiasts to stay ahead of the curve. Intelligent Cryptocurrency VIP is a premium membership program designed to provide individuals with exclusive insights, expert analysis, and invaluable resources in the world of cryptocurrencies. In this article, we will explore how Intelligent Cryptocurrency VIP can empower members to make informed investment decisions, navigate the complex crypto landscape, and maximize their potential for success.
By Saif R3 years ago in Confessions
Whispered Confession
I sit here, pen in hand, trembling with anticipation and fear, ready to unburden my soul with a confession long overdue. These words, once released from the depths of my being, will change everything. They will lay bare the truth that has weighed heavily upon me for far too long.
By Nazy Ann3 years ago in Confessions
