Maybe you are writing trash content online. Maybe what you are doing is not really what needs to be done and your value propositions are hiding behind a lot of meaningless grammar.
It was Ized Uanikhehi’s birthday yesterday and I noticed Orifunke writing on WhatsApp about some Challenge she posted, a Scavenger hunt.
Imagine you had to call your name something else because someone had registered that name for something else.
I made a podcast recording yesterday about how Nollywood has not evolved from Ojuju and dark magic to realities like piggyvest, farmcrowdy and other innovations going on. Last year I wrote about Jumoke Olowookere and her startup that’s turning waste…
I watched my best friend drown. I could have called the lifeguards or tried at least to enter the shallow water. But I have seen how drowning could reveal
Have you ever had anyone call you a scam artist for selling knowledge products? Maybe it’s discouraging to see your efforts diminished by ignorant trolls.
the flickering lights of disco kept him distracted at first. He watched in silence, how all he wanted to be seemed so wrong but yet looked so beautiful.
I have been doing a lot of freelance writing on Fiverr and content creation for a bit now. I know a lot of professional writers struggle
It’s a common saying that death sneaks up on people. Ipade, totally carried away in the euphoria of his lustful escapade is shocked back to his senses by screams. The maids had fled their quarters to the main residence. Tunde runs all the way from the security post, knocks on the door and barges in on Ipade and Vera; both stark naked in bed.
Cyril Ramaphosa would have led a bloody revolution to save South Africa from a terror that never existed. He would have made a print in the sands of time,