
Hello my dear readers and fellow writers, i really want to apologize for not blogging for almost two weeks now, am really sorry and i promise to never leave you guys alone again.


Life is a mystery, for sure every one has a story which ends in folly or glory. Life they say starts wen the sperm meets the egg. My philosophy of life is that it starts wen one is conscious of self. Then the bounds of innocence re broken. the child becomes the boy, he wants to be independent, he wants to try things. he wants to know. This also is corruption.
Life wheels many men to places least expected, sometimes life can be very funny. God keeps us all. Today one comes to this world, today another is gone. That also is the beginning of another life, the beginning of the end. We all are alive...well that's for those who are reading this. BUT have you asked yourself. WHAT I'M I HERE FOR??? When u find your purpose, it's d beginning of a new era my friend. Discovering your purpose helps u make decisions and be committed to those decisions as u rise up the ladder of success in life. every stage of life has it's area of learning. Not all men in your generation have the same level of knowledge even if for instance they were given same opportunity to know. As our faces re diff so also our zeal.
Your environment changes you, guess we have experienced this, But what about the inner you? It is only u that can encourage . It is only u that can believe in you. What you take in matters because it determines what will be given out. The heart is a magnet for knowledge. the heart desires, the heart is Life. What your heart desires is your life. Therefore your knowledge is also your life, what you give out is you and is what you are known for. They say actions speak beta than words.
We all are the creators of who we are, we are Gods just like the Father is. that why he loves man. HOW WILL YOUR LIFE END IN THE END, HOW WILL YOUR LIFE BEGIN IN THE END? As death is an inevitable passage every man must follow which leads to the LIFE ETERNAL which u were made for. the decision of your eternity lies in your hand. we all have a decision for make for both the spirit and physical man. they re what make u.
The philosophies of life are sometimes hard to follow but His word is always there to guide us.
Reason these facts well.
WRITER: Bob Dee
LOCATION: Port Harcourt
TIME OF CREATION: 6:10 pm on Sunday, 9th Jan. 2011
Email: dapribo@yahoo.com
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Article by: Ada Thomas
submitted : 9th January 2011
Location: Port Harcourt, Nigeria
email: kickerboxer6@yahoo.com
Ada Thomas asked a question what will you say, is Hip hop really dead? make your comments now.


The joy of life is the love of it
The love of it is gives you the enablement to withstand the wind of it
The strength to withstand the wind of it gives you the desire to make life work for love
Life working for love gives you the ability to dream, believe in your dream and achieve life’s goals.
Life is a gift
Inside is a road, a road filled with ups and downs
But very interesting and worth living
So don’t give up when you fail keep loving the life.
A wise man once said “after every experiment comes and experience”
So love your life and enjoy every little moment in it as if it was your last.
Author: Fidel .P.
Date written: 20th of sept 2008
Date summated to Newschoolwriters crew: 8th jan 2011

LIFE ON A NIGERIAN ROAD
I sit and watch many people every day from a taxi I take to work in the morning. Young men and women going places, rushing to cross the road and trying so hard to get to their various places of work in time. Old and young people walking on the streets with their mind so far away that they don’t even hear the cars horn. I look out the taxi window and see how reckless People are, drivers hitting their horns so stupidly not thinking of the next person, little children running and chasing after cars to sell gala or handkerchief or even sachet water, some stretching their tiny hands to clean the windscreen, “stop! comot from there, you want die?” says the driver angrily, he also sighs and says “chai this children sef, God help us oh” shakes head in pity and drives on.
Still in this taxi I sit so quietly because I follow through to the last stop. At every drop a new passenger enters, some happy some sad. Some smelling bad some with nice perfumes, but I refuse to be distracted I just still look out the taxi window for the life on the streets. All of a sudden I see a checkpoint, it’s the police. The driver pulls over nicely and the officer stretches his hand to the driver and says “Roger” I giggled. The driver answered saying “Officer I just de start work today, nothing de for now.” The police man then says “Oya show me your particulars” when he did this I knew we are in for a little delay. We pleaded with the driver to please give the police man his “Roger” so we can all go. He obeyed and hands the police man a squeezed fifty naira note and the police man reluctantly sighs and says “Oya move,” and the driver drives off .
Still moving we got stuck in a little traffic. I was so unlucky the taxi was right by a large trailer whose oil has not been changed for ages or engine even serviced and the exhaust was right by my window. Any time the trailers engine steams, it sends the carbon from the exhaust right to my face. After this trailer passed came the annoying sound of police trucks with their loud horns and annoying siren taking wrong lanes without any emergency or distress call driving With so much speed. I quickly close my ears and prayed they passed fast before I get a headache. After a while The traffic cleared and we moved on. We later got to a place where the road was so bad that a pregnant woman could have a miscarriage while crossing these potholes. After we passed that road, a man sighs and says in a sad tone “This country sef, when are we going have good roads” I laughed and said “ very soon”. That stirred a huge discussion in the taxi about our country. People in the taxi started talking about what they know and even what they clearly have no idea about but it all seemed true.
Gradually approaching my stop I saw young boys jumping on and off moving buses screaming on the top of their voices names of bus stops for passengers to hop in . It was really a sight, what if they miss a step and fall? who takes the Blame?
Very close to my stop was a traffic warden who always seemed to forget my lane, he calls other lanes to move but mine he always forgets. Finally after motorist have hit their horns for awhile he finally noticed and called my lane then we passed. I tapped the driver and said “dropping de oh driver” he pulled over after twenty to thirty meters from my stop and I paid him and came down. So exhausted I walk gradually till I got to my office, greeted all my colleagues and sat down. I said to myself Oh! what an experience on a Nigerian Road.
Article by: Michael Pepple
submitted : 7th January 2011
Location: Port Harcourt, Nigeria
email: pepple360@yahoo.com

A HUG
The sun is setting
The clouds are folding
The rain is about to drop.
Our love is fading
Winter is becoming too cold
Summer too hot
Fountains are no more flowing
Our Love is Fading
The lily is closing
The bud of the rose refuse open
The sun flower withers at the setting of the sun
Our Love is Fading
Oh! Oh! What will I do?
Tried to be in his company but No! too much fondness.
Tried his kiss, no! it’s just waters
Oh! What then?
A hug? Yes I think it’s a hug
Oh! a hug, that which binds two hearts with a lovers arrow
And then a kiss to water the hearts to help it grow
And then company to make love last forever
Oh! Our love is fading
What do I do? what do I do?
A hug! A hug will do
Author: Fidel .P.
Date written: 1st June 2008
Date summated to Newschoolwriters crew: 6th jan 2011
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